Shattered dreams are the beginning of a shattered heart.
Scrambled memories of things we chose to forget,
Horrible feelings in our heart that have permanently set.

A shattered heart begets the shattered soul.
An uncontrollable anger takes over the mind,
and soon we all figure out what we left behind.

Shattered souls consume the shattered life.
As time forfeits nothing and remains constant,
We all soon realize that nothing's heaven sent.

A shattered life is considerably the worst fate.
No longer do we feel in complete control.
No longer can we feel as completed, as whole.

Everything shatters in the blink of an eye.
All we ever do is ask the question "why?".
All we ever do is raise our hands towards sky.
As if some divinity can fix our shattered lives.
In the end though we'll continue to fall.
Until everything that's shattered is nothing at all.