Broken glass lines the streets and sparkles one by one   A beautiful distraction created by the sun   If only I could mould these thoughts to boney fists of rage   Instead I disregard them all and I try to act my age      I really want to help you let you feel free   But I haven't much hope left and I'm saving it for me...my friend   The stories that you tell me I already know   Eroding like the shorelines of Lake Ontario   It's true that if I walk away I'll end up right here   The duct tape holds the water out but does nothing for the fear      I really want to help you let you feel free   But I haven't much hope left and I'm saving it for me   I really want to help you if only you could see   That I haven't much time left I'm so sorry   Instead of feeling guilty I'll tie the loose ends   To every word I say to you I can only hope it mends   Soon these hours turn to days like all the years before   And everything accumulates that we chose to ignore      I really want to help you let you feel free   But I haven't much hope left and I'm saving it for me   I really want to help you if only you could see   That I haven't much time left I'm so sorry...I'm sorry