| She stared at the bottle its level never changed with time and if it were something potent its fullness would be fine If she were a brittle bone she'd break in two million places but she's an actress with two million faces (chorus) She won't take it -- she can't take it She knows how, but she doesn't know why She's alone in a crowded world and she can't even cry A song smooths the wrinkles in her crumpled life at night And during the populated day she sleeps through the light She's given up on every good chance held fast to her position in behind She feels it's not her right To have any dreams in mind (chorus) She might be here tomorrow She might be gone right now She probably will never learn The where, when, or how I'd help her through, I would try But all she cares about is how to die Damn the bottle, she would say For her tomorrow, let us pray (chorus) (chorus) |
| "Brittle" |
| ©2001 by Rebecca J. Burke & Hashbrown Casserole for the Matchbox Twenty Soul, Inc. |
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| Written in July of 2001, it tells the true story of a girl and her problems with bi-polar disorder. |