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It feels like your heart is made of glass…
Every word drives a crack in your heart,
Every day more and more cracks are added,
It’s only a matter of time before your heart shatters…
As it slowly does, you accept that it’ll be you to pick up the pieces…
It’ll you who bandages the cuts and scars,
As you try to tape your heart back together…
It doesn’t work… You’ve known this… Yet you keep trying…
It’s a matter of time before you realize you can’t keep doing this…
It’s a matter of time until you can’t deal with it…
A matter of time until you snap, until your heart shatters.
And when it does…
It’s you who is sitting in the bathroom,
And he is out partying, with his new ‘friends’.
It’s starting to get warmer, you can see the glow of the flames,
If you make it out of the fire… what’s there to return to?
Everyone left you, so you’re alone in this world. With no one by your side,
It’s only then you realize, it’s a one player game,
but you’re just, Michael in the bathroom.