Like broken glass
we're left in pieces
It's like we're 12 years of bad luck
and the clock is still ticking
But what if that clock had no reason to tick?
Would you even notice?
If one day that glass were to be swept away
Would you even care?
Did you even realize how we stood
upon the pavement
our tears slipping through the cracks
much like our souls
If the warm wind suddenly turned cold
Would you check to see if it was still nippng at our ankles?
If the sun stopped glowing
would you caress our face just like she?
Of course not.
Because the glass cannot be mended
And the clock has already stopped ticking.
