Were just like pictures along with their mistakes
Perfect and precious to be kept forever
But when a frame is to small, and you to to make it fit
It will never come back, that irreplaceable little bit
And that is only if your lucky because for some who can not fit... May loose a part of them into an endless abyss
Broken shard of glass where everyone runs and hides
Because of the fear to wake wrong and cut-bleed-die
You can look at people who look happy and great
But that is just a mask to cover their true face or wound from where they tried to fit in
