Horse of Glass Pt.1

Here it comes
The glass horse of gone
Here I come
To it I'm strangely drawn
The loneliness in its empty sockets
No spare change in my back pocket
They run but its taking me
They run from the blackness that I see

Walking 'round these empty woods
I cant help but feel misunderstood
And talking with the weeping trees
Wishing to live in the memories

I'm in space
And somehow I can breathe
A glass horse
Adorned with shiny things
The colors reflecting into my eyes
A kaleidoscope of tortured cries
Three empty thrones of long forgotten kings

Walking round these empty woods
I cant help but feel misunderstood
And talking with the weeping trees
Wishing to live in the memories

Oh why cant I get up
Oh why cant I leave here
Oh why is staying
Converting sincere fear
They call me to their arms
But they are all faking
I want to be near them
Not attention taking
I'll stay in cathedrals
Of emptiness longing
For someone to find me
And stop me not talking