Help me
See so I can find
I'm trapped inside these walls
Made of glass that is stained
The pain won't go away

Pick me up to tear me down again
Push me out then offer me your hand
This glass made of sand, It tells the story
It's coming 'round again, It's coming 'round again

Spin me
Around to see the light
The sun won't shine here anymore
See why I'm so dark inside
I've read between these lines

Pick me up to tear me down again
Push me out then offer me your hand
This glass made of sand, It tells the story
It's coming 'round again, It's coming 'round again


Lyrics submitted by Herosyndrome

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