Broken Glass
You're just the broken glass in the window of pain. Why do you do it? You have nothing to gain. You aren't the person I thought you were. How could you have chosen her? After all we've been through and what we've done, we've been together since we were young. You're just the broken glass in the window of pain. You have nothing to gain.
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