Glass Heart
I'm sitting on the floor with bleeding hands.
My legs are shaking to bad for me to stand.
You left me here with a glass heart.
It was already cracked from the start.
So when you left me saying, "Its for the best."
My heart had fell and broke from my chest.
Scooping up the shattered glass.
I cut up my hands on the past.
Now that its broken beyond repair.
I have no more of my love to share.
So someone else will have to mend my glass.
And hopefully my new heart will finally last.
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