• READ*** This sounds WAY better with
    guitar music, kind of a "rough read" on here
    but remember these are lyrics. Thank you <3


    funny how it goes, the world blaming each other
    for what happened to so and so, what's her name
    and that boy you can't remember his face.
    they lie to you with crossed fingers, praying that when
    they smile you'd see right through them, because being
    genuine will only get them ostracized....

    Please see and speak through their lies...

    You've been hiding for so long and that
    cold and lonely flume
    I try to break through the glass bars
    on the windows into your room
    Your hands are almost to cold
    and hard for me to hold
    Now tell me what's killing you before
    we grow too old...

    That young woman, you know
    she's in school yet
    she's dancing in her head
    pencil on her lips like she's thinking through
    the lead. Long pants covering
    the, outter message of her secret
    life...
    If she let them show she knows
    she just be ostracized...
    for gods sake don't keep forcing her
    to live a happy lie, cause she's dying inside

    You've been hiding for so long and that
    cold and lonely flume
    I try to break through the glass bars
    on the windows into your room
    Your hands are almost to cold
    and hard for me to hold
    Now tell me what's killing you before
    we grow too old

    The boy you see him everyday
    he cracks jokes laughing his life away, but
    theres a heavy burden on his heart...
    he goes home and he cries his life away,
    yet if he told them they'd call him gay
    because being truthfull'd get him ostracized...
    would someone tell him he's a light... worthy
    of having a better life, but he's too afraid to try

    You've been hiding for so long and that
    cold and lonely flume
    I try to break through the glass bars
    on the windows into your room
    Your hands are almost to cold
    and hard for me to hold
    Now tell me what's killing you before
    we grow too old


    The girl you see, maybe around twenty three
    hides alone in a bathroom stall, her face
    is swollen, will she be perfect after this?
    She projects all the sorrow in her heart
    she feels disgusting after a stranger tore her
    apart, but if she told the world the secrets that
    she has, would they hold her in their arms
    or would they rather her pretend and keep
    those happy lies? They would because
    being honest would only get her ostracized...
    let me hold you while you cry, please don't lie


    In this flume, flume, flume this dark
    and lonely dirty flume
    there's ghosts around us, just let them
    rest in peace, the ghosts of beauty and the ghosts
    we refused to see...
    so don't just let it be...
    don't let their hearts grow cold
    listen to them speak...
    because if there one thing you should know
    before you head off into an unknown path
    some people need help lighting up their path
    light a candle for them so there's some hope
    and help finding their way out...

    break the glass bars down, spread the love around
    because you can change a life