Never Trust, Never hope for something more.

Everything around me seems empty. Everything surrounding my world, so frail, continuous times I'm left torn apart, an angel, Creator of my own jail.

A jail cell, specifically for my tears, it's where they go to hide, when I'm locked inside my jail so damp, its where they seem to slide.

Hear the drip, drip
of the girl's swollen heart
and the scampering of her feet
you can save whats left of her,
but she'll never be quite complete.

They keep on shattering
her tiny eyes,
there's no one she can trust,
can't even tell her secrets to herself, for they will just combust.

She's going to explode,
from everything she can't say aloud
she can't tell anyone her destructive notions, no one to release to all emotions.

Not a single soul to talk to
not a single angel to hear her despair, no one to shield her from her gloominess, no one for thoughts to share.

Because you cannot trust the world,
you cannot let your guard down ever, never let someone completely in, for its your heart they'll sever.

Not a soul to purify each tear that leaks, not a soul to comfort her with a tender touch, all she wanted, was a chance for hope, but hope never helped her much.

Everything around me seems empty. Everything surrounding my world, so frail, continuous times I'm left torn apart, an angel, Creator of my own jail.

She's telling you,
to never trust,
to never hope for something more
because its a disappointment when you see, every tear you've cried before.

And everything around her is bitter some, empty, her world has crumbled, and now is frail, continuous times, she's left torn apart, for she's the Creator of her own jail.