There's a time when you break
And your soul becomes shattered pieces of glass
And she wants to help you piece yourself
Back together.
But my hands are already sliced from the edges
And she isn't protected
And she'll hurt herself on
My soul.
Now I'm trying to explain to her
And she's not understanding
And slicing her hands open
On me.
How do I tell her that this is my work
And she thinks I don't need her
And she's bawling because
Of me.
