Paper crown and heart made of glass,
A facade that never was meant to last.
Silent screams echoed in those glass walls,
Shattered when no one heard the calls.

Bled from broken glass all over the place, Hints of sadness made impossible to trace.
Convenience had to get the best of emotions,
Couldn't rid of all those stupid notions.

Playing pretend was a hobby with paper crown,
Thoughts of having it all will surely go down.
Desperate wishes now wouldn't save anything,
Brought back senses as the paper started burning.

Foolish enough to hold on to the ashes and pieces,
Waited till everything that exists ceases.
Cruel enough to make believe it would be alright,
Paper crown and heart of glass made to lose the sight.