Broken glass, they make me weak
Blood red hands, I cannot feel
Lost while trying to seek
The cure of this pain

Transparent soul, dying slowly
Scarred heart, prepared to cease
Vacant voice is heard lowly
The voice is yours

And I fell deep into your eyes
Mistook thorns for blossoms
You and your ghostly lies
Forced me to be strong

Broken trust, it made me strong
Empty hands, I am finally free
Found myself and where I belong
It's far, far away from you

Opaque skin, it survived and lives
Beating heart, prepared to bloom
Your arrows, armour and knives
Are what now I use to fight

And I flew, in this wide open sky
Left you to rot on the ground
I felt bad for you but chose to fly
Because it's now your turn to be
Strong