We are made of glass
Now your shards rest on my skin
My heart is so sore

You said you loved me
But I was never enough
All the screaming and fighting

All the other girls
You constantly put me down
Scared to love again

Is it all my fault?
Two years of manipulation
Its all over now

Now six months later
I am doing pretty well
Like seeds in the soil

We bloom from storms
I found peace in the broken pieces 
The good in our goodbye