"El que no posee el don de maravillarse ni de entusiasmarse más le valdría estar muerto, porque sus ojos están cerrados."

Phone ring, don't wanna pick it up, I'm so scared, I'm gonna say too much, I tip toe around your questions. Why you gotta dig so deep? Tears fall and the glasses break, inside these walls the floor boards shake from outside, it's alright long as you looking from fifty feet. I been trying, trying hold my head up high; I been lying, lying keeping it all inside, trying noy to trust you, take another leaf. I'm broke, I'm done, I give up, I don't wanna pretend no more. That's it, so what? I've lost a friend before. Gonna say it like it is, no more wondering what if, that ain't the way you oughta live cause I don't want you to love me if you don't wanna love me for me. A doll's house is all that you could see but it's so far from my reality, I got problems, I got issues, sometimes it's all too much for me. Wrap it up with a pretty little bow but there are some things you can't sugarcoat, give it to you anyway even though it won't taste so sweet. Sick of all the fightting, all the slamming of the doors, the pain, the parents, too deep you know. Step back, step back, can you see it through my eyes? I know, I know, maybe a surprise. Don't wanna be perceived for something that I'm not, just wanna be accepted for the little that I got, if you could see me now in my glass house not ready to let you in. Love me for me.