Glass On the Floor
Glass the floor, baby
Stepping onto them
Bleeding my feet
Into conscious pain
Could it be worse baby
Could it be worse?
Than losing you
Than letting go of what
That mattered the most?
Glass on the floor baby,
Tears in my eyes
Heavy in my heart
I bid you goodbye.
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