DID YOU EVEN REALIZE THAT WHEN YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT HER I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU AND WHEN YOU WERE SAD I WAS SAD AND AS SHE WAS SHATTERING YOU LIKE GLASS I WAS PUTTING YOU BACK TOGETHER WITH BLOODY HANDS BECAUSE OF THE SHARP EDGES OF THE BROKEN GLASS AND I TORE MYSELF APART TRYING TO FIX YOU
// or a shorter way //
SHE SHATTERED YOU LIKE GLASS AND I PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER TEARING MYSELF OPEN FIXING YOUR BROKEN PIECES
