And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass-- Black, Pearl Jam
Of what was everything.
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad, turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun -- in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?
Here's to 6 years of wondering what went wrong and a tribute to a wonderfully dark song.