this message may be offensive
There's broken shards of glass where my heart should be
You broke the best part of me but now I'm free
You no longer have any control over me
I given all that I can give but now it's time to pack your shit
So go ahead and call that bitch, see if she can put up with your shit
But don't forget to come and pick up your feelings, don't leave any pieces , you need to hurry and pick up your feelings before I start cleaning