Staring at the possibilities in front of me all laid out
Knowing that I can't get far as my temple screams and shouts
My hope's has been swinging in that closet senselessly
Hoping it'll become responsive eventually
Slaps echo off my walls, pleads for help I hear on my bedroom door
Trying to rest, I'm the least bit enthralled, I can't take it anymore
I tried to cut that rope I teared up as i began to sob
Knowing my tactic will never do the job
Look at the glass half full
Twas my only Golden Rule
Until a life's at stake
Then the glass must break