I choke on air a lot
If you wonder how I will tell you
I find myself in pain a lot
So therefore I cry a lot
In fact I usually cry myself to sleep
So do you know that feeling
That when you're crying you choke because you've run out of air
It happens all the time
I go back to the people who say they love me
But yet stab me in the back
But let me let you in on a secret
Don't get your hopes up its when you get hurt the most
You expect everything to be perfect
But at the end of the day you're broken
You're shattered glass, you're a ticking bomb waiting to go off
Here's another price of advice
Even shattered glass can cut you pretty deep if you handled it wrong
