I held the broken glass pieces,
All I've got was a wound from the misses,
You choke my neck with your hidden lies,
I keep on chasing you as time flies.
Kissing the dark and running away from the light,
Embracing sorrow and sadness, never delight,
Pillow soak with tears, sobs all over my room,
A bride in a white broken dress, where's her groom?
Painting her walls with color blue,
Controlling her art, picking your own hue,
Killing her with your coldness,
Here what she got an unending emptiness,
Maybe your love language is torture,
Taking advantage of her soul, for it's too pure,
Here's the truth, you don't really love her,
You just love the idea of watching her suffer.
