| Song | Glass Hearts |
| Artist | Of Mice & Men |
| Album | Restoring Force |
| These are the hardest four years of my life | |
| They walk right by me, heads turned with closed eyes | |
| They don’t even see me | |
| At night in my house, I’m still all alone | |
| This is not a home, they don’t even see me | |
| The scars on my body, they don’t even bleed | |
| I never do this for me | |
| The scars on my body, they don’t even bleed | |
| I only do this for you to see | |
| How am I supposed to see through your eyes? | |
| When you never saw the stars were falling at your feet | |
| Is it a song, is that what they need? | |
| For so long I've tried to get them to hear me | |
| Picking & stabbing, their words feel like knives | |
| Tearing and ripping the seams of my life | |
| I've tried to convince them their words hurt like stones | |
| I just wish they’d leave me alone | |
| I am on my knees, I need you to hear me | |
| I am on my knees, hear me please | |
| How am I supposed to hear what you hear? | |
| When you never heard the sound of our glass hearts breaking | |
| With every tick of the clock when you are gone | |
| I know what you've been through, this hell was my life | |
| You have to keep pushing, I've seen through your eyes | |
| Your days are like pages, the chapters unread | |
| You have to keep turning, your book has no end |
| These are the hardest four years of my life | |
| They walk right by me, heads turned with closed eyes | |
| They don' t even see me | |
| At night in my house, I' m still all alone | |
| This is not a home, they don' t even see me | |
| The scars on my body, they don' t even bleed | |
| I never do this for me | |
| The scars on my body, they don' t even bleed | |
| I only do this for you to see | |
| How am I supposed to see through your eyes? | |
| When you never saw the stars were falling at your feet | |
| Is it a song, is that what they need? | |
| For so long I' ve tried to get them to hear me | |
| Picking stabbing, their words feel like knives | |
| Tearing and ripping the seams of my life | |
| I' ve tried to convince them their words hurt like stones | |
| I just wish they' d leave me alone | |
| I am on my knees, I need you to hear me | |
| I am on my knees, hear me please | |
| How am I supposed to hear what you hear? | |
| When you never heard the sound of our glass hearts breaking | |
| With every tick of the clock when you are gone | |
| I know what you' ve been through, this hell was my life | |
| You have to keep pushing, I' ve seen through your eyes | |
| Your days are like pages, the chapters unread | |
| You have to keep turning, your book has no end |