My hands aren’t cryptic   Enough to reach into   The casket that my heart was buried inside   And I let my emotions   Get too strong of a hold on me   That even if I wanted to    I’d never be able to break free   Trying to climb out of this cracking glass   That’s filling up with sand from above   When the glass shatters   I’m left pulling the shards   From my eyes   So that I can attempt to get up   And see the light of day   But this sand weighs of lead on my chest   Crushing my lungs   Giving me no chance to breathe the air I long for   My imperfections are multiplying by the second   You plucked my happy thoughts from my brain   And clenched them in your hands   And all I have left is the tears that are soaking my skin   Am I being too forgiving?   For letting you keep what you hold   Is it excuse enough to say it is because I love you