My heart was scattered
Pieces on the floor...

Josh your smile's a crooked line
A masterpiece no need to refine...

The cracks are showing faint but clear
Like whispers in a shattered mirror...

A heart so full it spills
It leaks...

I see cracks in the glass it won't reflect me...
A thousand little pieces scatter in the night...

I am muting life it’s muting me
Echoes bounce where no one sees...

The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...

Day is fading it softly bows
The ghostly whispers rise somehow...

I am muting life
So life can mute me...

The pain that upon my heart was wrought
Was something that was not sought...

Will you be able to help heal me
Self destruction...

A cry for help
Is like a quiet whisper in the night...