I'm made of glass,
And you saw right through me....
And you held me close,
Didn't let things happen,
As they should have...
Now I've gotten,
My dose of reality...
And it slipped down my throat,
As I gagged on its bitter taste.
And then the problems started...
And I grew cloudy,
Somewhat opaque...
And you couldn't see,
Everything...
And I hid all the problems,
Pretended they weren't there.
I lied to myself,
So it would be better...
And grew darker,
No longer transparent,
And you only saw,
What was on the surface...
My silhouette...
My shadow...
And you try to grow closer,
As I grew away,
And you tried to hold me...
Smooth glass is so hard to grab...
And then you grew angry,
And you started to yell,
You hurt me,
So badly,
And I pushed away...
Then you forced me,
Heavily upon the ground,
I shattered,
In pieces,
On the floor,
Broken glass. |
