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I just lie here

watching like sand falling through the cracks of your hand

I struggle to catch every last grain, but they're gone

i'm a bystander willfully mute, wanting to say something, anything but you watch as the man rolls off the windshield, gone

i try to intervene but its useless, hopeless how can i help you if i'm so broken?

There has to be someone who can fix us right? better then all of us, or are we forever 
broken, lost under a childs bed

Who am i to think i can fix someone else? i'm only kidding myself my lame hands crushing and cracking what i need to fix

for the love of everything that is good, i want a way out, no one gets hurt everyone loves each other, and i can no longer be alone

Why am i lying to myself i can't fix myself no less a person

help me, PLEASE, someone help me help them, because i want to be useful because in the end i'm going to be left alone, with me and my broken pieces