Glass

almost wish everything was made of glass More delicate, more special So id be afraid of breaking it Id cut out some of the sass Im wouldn't toss it round like trash Because I so easily tend To break a friend And not lend A hand Friendship drifts through my fingers like sand When I finally see land it's short to go Makes me feel so low For breaking a friend I regret so much But I still feel your gentle touch Reminding me That everything will be okay I can still here you say That you love me After all I've done That I didn't take away your sun I'm reminded of all the fun We used to have It can be like that again If only if remember What happened last December That your made of glass