We watched you,
walking on the edge of hell...
step, pause, step, pause,
How we were supposed to know,
all was not right, not well?
Dried tears in your eyes,
broken smile you wore as a disguise
and we were deceived,
size of the pain still crushing you inside...
But, broken wings don't fly,
it's the old truth and can't be denied,
cracked heart will leak the soul,
no matter what you tried to...
no matter what we fought to do...
there's all those things you left behind:
paths of the mazes we'll never unwind,
crying toys still calling your name,
silent games, never to be played...
Dust in all the corners you once hide,
your world is a cracked glass house,
with no one inside,
only smears of blood and tears on the walls,
and the orphan echoes of crushed soul,
Everything wrapped in the silky silver threads
and the secret knots of the spider webs,
all deserted and dead by now...
With you disappearing, it stopped living,
it didn't know how...
It was the game you played,
the life and death
and then it stopped...
we all lost it at your last breath.