Lately I'm counting the minutes that I've got left

And lately I'm counting the words that I haven't said

'cause you will never know what I been through

And you should be a little more gentle

But maybe I need to start taking my own advice

'cause my heart's so heavy it's ready to fall out twice

'cause you will never know what I been through

So you should be a little more gentle with me.

My skin is made of glass

But apparently it's stained

'cause you notice all the cracks

But can't look inside my pain

And if you throw another stone

Then I'd stay far away, far away

I just might break.

My life's just a faded memory of one I can't have

And everything round me is starting to fade into black

But black and white is so much better

I'm learning how to hide my colours

You shoulda been a little more gentle with me.

My skin is made of glass

But apparently it's stained

'cause you notice all the cracks

But can't look inside my pain

And if you throw another stone

Then I'd stay far away, far away

I just might break, break

Break, I

I might break

Might break.

My skin is made of glass

But apparently it's stained

'cause you notice all the cracks

But can't look inside my pain

And if you throw another stone

Then I'd stay far away, far away

I just might break.