this is broken glass we're walking on.
I am tattered.
There's a thorn on the bottom of your heart.
Let's forget about last summer where you tried to tear me apart,
well sorry honey, but i can't be broken...
Not even my a mirror of glass.
It's complicated. Overrated.
Don't even start,
Trying to make this last forever whenenever it just keeps falling apart.
I feel were under attack
Because you drive me crazy and you act like a maniac.
I just can't stand this, you make it so hard to see straight with all tears running down my face because we noth know so well...
We'll always be walking on broken... glass.