• They are melting, can you feel it
    He has nothing, can you feel
    They are rusting by the minute
    Now his mind begins to peel

    And loss, is, without feeling
    Remorse; what you find
    Your, head, will be reeling
    When you see what's on his mind

    Break your bones and break your windows
    Cracked, uneven pavement finds
    Break your bones and break your windows
    Cracked, uneven pavement finds

    Unrealistic sanity is no excuse
    For leaving one's own work undone
    But one of the ways to recreate
    Is by stopping before you lose.