People are like glass.
You break them and leave them alone.
Other people come along, and put them back together.
The glass gets smashed.
You try to put it back.
And it works.
But there are holes and chips in the glass.
Because it'll never be the same that it was
From its first hit.
And it'll never be the same,
So the more you break it,
The more it becomes empty.
