broken shards

A world of glass lived in by a buncha boys with rocks. Fighting over es and whos got the bigger cocks. What ya end up with is lonely and a foot full of broken glass. Wishing ya had a ride but can’t afford the gas. Limping home alone no girl by your side Your ego got the best of you unable to swallow your pride. Why is it the things we want most are the easiestly lost? And come with the biggest penalties and come with the biggest cost. Why are feelings such a vulnerable thing? Play with someone’s emotions with words like a puppet on a string? How come we don’t replace the thin glass houses we encase our selves with with brick. Because you can’t see sarcasm or hear their soft words if the walls aren’t transparent or too thick. So your left with a decision bite your lip or speak your peace. Because sayin or doin the wrong thing will leave ya looking for a new glass house to acquire on lease. And a new person to find whose walls ya can either build up or turn to shards. It’s all fair love and war gotta make the best hand possible no matter how ty the cards.