Shattered
You're like a glass
On the edge
Gravity pulls you down
Shattered.
I walk on the broken pieces
The pain piercing with every step
But it doesn't matter
Becuase it's all for you
The future is uncertain
The day may come
When I notice the cuts and the gashes
I'll throw away the murderous pieces
And all I'll be left with are the scars
And the memories.
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