Glass hearts break,
Shatter as glass objects do.
And still we walk away,
Because it is nothing new.
What do we do
If that heart will not heal?
What do we do
If that pain is all too real?
A piece that shall never be returned.
A piece of me.
A piece of me....
Why do we love,
If it hurts so?
Why can't I forget?
Why can't I let go?
My glass heart
Breaks in two.
My glass heart
Breaks for you.
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