house of glass

I live in a house of glass.

It's impossible for me to break.

Most people walk right by.

A few are interested; I let them in.

Some of them stay for a while.

Others leave without a trace.

One of them noticed I couldn't escape,

so he brought a bat, took a swing.

My glass house shattered,

and I was free.

He took my hand, and led me away.

He showed me the world, and taught me what it meant to live.

One day I went out alone, and traveled too far.

I lost him, and when I came back,

it was too late.

He had freed another girl,

and they went on their own adventures.

I was too in love with my freedom

to remember who had saved me.

So I rebuilt my house of glass,

the broken pieces cutting into my skin.

Blood ran down my hands

as I fit together piece with piece.

I'm trapped in a house of glass and pain,

and it's my own fault.

Now when someone comes by,

I turn them away.