BROKEN

Glass is unique and unforgettably fragile
Once was useful until a happy mistake was made
You have no other choice but to throw it in the trash
Making sure I cleaned up my mess like a obedient maid

A empty house is depressing but has scares
Dark and gloomy but it does have some memories
Everyday is different, you pay the price
The doubt over thrown's you for being too nice

The house is covered in thorns
Not keeping me in but keeping you out
There's a graveyard of all mistakes I mourn
In the house is regrets and desires, I have the most

A fein of emotions feeling them like drugs
Becoming the monsters of this universe
A walking corpse can't even describe the horror
All buried all around me like a mole hiding in a borough

Glass is still fragile, drop me and I'll break
Give up on me, abandoned, ill soon forgive you
Being used, pushed, abused, is all I can take
I would rather die then to be in the presence of me too