Broken glass on the hotel floor

Gotta face my past ′for I end up in your arms

In your armsI 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