I don't want to end up like them
My open wounds can't stitch them
Or fix them
It would be nice
But I don't wanna roll those dice
Or test my odds
And end up truly f*cked
I saw what happened to them
They can't conversate
This was their fate
Oh
It would be nice
But I always yearned for advice
But I was their sacrifice
No, I will never suffice
Our house of glass
Broke with me inside