I was like a beautiful glass painting , but you came; love me, and broke me.
And now Im trying to pick up the pieces, but the more I try the more it's cutting me.
Will I ever be whole again?
I was like a beautiful glass painting , but you came; love me, and broke me.
And now Im trying to pick up the pieces, but the more I try the more it's cutting me.
Will I ever be whole again?