It's my hope, it's my fear. It's my dream, all my tears. It's a start, it's an end. Then I start again, I start again. . It's my hope, it's my fear. It's my dream, all my tears.
Please don't break me. Please don't let me fall. Please don't break me. And leave me nothing at all. . 'Cause this is my one last chance to breathe. This is my one last chance to breathe.
(R.J. Johnson/Guiney/Meyers). A makeshift mirror frames the tortured space. She's got porcelain violet angels hanging around her waist. and she's caught up in the middle of everything.