Now open your eyes

Broken mirrors don't make anything beautiful

Forget what you thought was right

Little boy, you know your scars

And you know they speak lies

So bury your head in your hands

One last tear for old times sake

Everything went wrong and you're weak to not think so

And here you are the smell of rain and rotten flowers

Grit your teeth and make that coward bleed

Until the end of time

Nothing can take you away from this place

They don't listen to what they don't want to hear

And they all speak of bittersweet happiness

You'll make it through

Little boy, open your eyes

One last tear for old times sake

He can never hurt you again