I look around me,
and broken glass is all i see.
Everything. shattered beyond repair.
It would maybe be ok, if you were there.

The pieces of glass, they tell a broken story.
Of a girl, whose life went up in ruins.
A girl like me.

And if you look close enough,
Maybe you can see.
That once, I knew how to be happy.

But as the years passed,
I saw that it couldn't last.
I knew that anything good,
Always has an end.
Slowly, I was broken.

Torn in two.
And I never would have thought,
It would be over you.

And as I take another look around me,
The broken glass is all I see.