Some Things Are Fragile

I'm standing here in front of you trying to explain myself,

And why I fell apart when you needed me most.

Now I'm falling from sleep,

And you're slipping into comatose.

So it's hard when I try to explain these metaphors,

Because some things are just so fragile.

But I will pretend to be unbreakable.

So we may be broken but I think we can be repaired,

But maybe that's just because my vision is impaired.

I hold on to my fickle faith when I am scared,

But through all this it feels like you never cared.

Would you believe me if I said my heart is gone?

Or if I showed you that you make it hard to hold on?

I'll just leave here with the fact that I my faith is not unshakable,

And the biggest lie I ever told is that I'm unbreakable.

I'm standing here saying that it's so hard to be fragile,

Because the world seems to need a flawless hero,

Now I feel like a monster,

And the clock has reached zero.

So it's hard to act as if I can save everyone,

Because all I ever do is let them down.

Why do we all have to be so fragile?