Broken Glass

Broken glass on the hotel floor
 Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
 In your arms
 I write my thoughts on an empty page
 But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms
 In your arms
 Yeah, I've called, and you won't pick up
 So tell 'em that I'm gone
 And I won't wake up
 I asked if you wanted love
 I just wanted it to last
 Now I'm sitting in a pile of my own glass
 Emotions got me insane
 Feels like I'm losing my mind
 We hoped we'd work through the pain
 But now we've run out of time
 You keep trying to undo me
 That won't be my fate
 What is life when the money and the fame gone?
 Broken glass on the hotel floor
 Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
 In your arms
 I write my thoughts on an empty page
 But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms
 In your arms
 Ah, yeah but now I sit in a pile of glass
 Reminiscing 'bout our past
 And how I was happier then
 'Cause now my thoughts they run away
 And I need a safe place
 That used to be inside your arms
 And nowadays it feels like
 You keep trying to run through me
 That won't be my fate
 What is life when the money and the fame gone?
 Broken glass on the hotel floor
 Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
 In your arms
 I write my thoughts on an empty page
 But no matter what I do I still feel the same in your arms
 In your arms
 
 Broken glass on the hotel floor
 Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
 In your arms
 I write my thoughts on an empty page
 But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms
 In your arms
 Yeah, I've called, and you won't pick up
 So tell 'em that I'm gone
 And I won't wake up
 I asked if you wanted love
 I just wanted it to last
 Now I'm sitting in a pile of my own glass
 Emotions got me insane
 Feels like I'm losing my mind
 We hoped we'd work through the pain
 But now we've run out of time
 You keep trying to undo me
 That won't be my fate
 What is life when the money and the fame gone?
 Broken glass on the hotel floor
 Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
 In your arms
 I write my thoughts on an empty page
 But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms
 In your arms
 Ah, yeah but now I sit in a pile of glass
 Reminiscing 'bout our past
 And how I was happier then
 'Cause now my thoughts they run away
 And I need a safe place
 That used to be inside your arms
 And nowadays it feels like
 You keep trying to run through me
 That won't be my fate
 What is life when the money and the fame gone?
 Broken glass on the hotel floor
 Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
 In your arms
 I write my thoughts on an empty page
 But no matter what I do I still feel the same in your arms
 In your arms