Broken glass lines the streets and sparkles one by one

A beautiful distraction created by the sun

If only I could mould these thoughts to boney fists of rage

Instead I disregard them all and I try to act my age

I really want to help you let you feel free

But I haven't much hope left and I'm saving it for me...my friend

The stories that you tell me I already know

Eroding like the shorelines of Lake Ontario

It's true that if I walk away I'll end up right here

The duct tape holds the water out but does nothing for the fear

I really want to help you let you feel free

But I haven't much hope left and I'm saving it for me

I really want to help you if only you could see

That I haven't much time left I'm so sorry

Instead of feeling guilty I'll tie the loose ends

To every word I say to you I can only hope it mends

Soon these hours turn to days like all the years before

And everything accumulates that we chose to ignore

I really want to help you let you feel free

But I haven't much hope left and I'm saving it for me

I really want to help you if only you could see

That I haven't much time left I'm so sorry...I'm sorry