What does the world hold for me,
In a world that doesn’t understand me.
What hope do I have,
To find joy in a world,
That when hope is found,
It is so easily destroyed by rejection.

People see the world through a frame,
Glass and wood.
But the glass was shattered,
So simply by the rock of death,
And now without that glass,
Reality is beating my face in.

I want to go back,
Where the days I can be happy.
I look at and miss the old times,
With the girl I loved,
In a world without glass,
I wasn’t being stoned.

And now as the stones hit my face,
The cuts continue to bleed.
My face is covered in the red paint,
That our body naturally makes,
Let the sorrow flow out,
Along with the joy.

I want to go back,
Back when someone cared.
I want to go back,
To when I wasn’t judged,
Where I was cared for,
Where someone listened.

There is no hope for the hopeless,
there is no light at the end of my tunnel.
As I open my eyes again,
Red drops fall,
Another cut to the endless torment,
Of the stones of rejection.