Women are like broken glass.
If you squeeze our necks,
Chances are we either break more
Or sleep with your best friend.

And that moment I understood all
From my troubled past to my ultimate fall
I understood what had to be done
To save this little girl from a loaded gun

Never did I think I'd be the girl for you.
From my odd blonde curls to the wiggle of my nose,
Never did I believe I could be loved so deeply.
And from your beautiful green eyes and deep brown hair
I love you even more when you just stare
At me so deeply I can feel you looking into my soul
I can't keep things from you,
When you look I cant control
My lips from smiling or my heart from singing
My dear I'll love you
Until I take my final breath

If you ever decide its time to leave me alone
Please take my hearts pieces when you go
Ill bury myself in brimstone and fire
Hopeing one day you'll return my desire.

There was once a time when I'd be the one to jump to rescues,
But after noone jumped to mine I finally learned my place.

I once had a small purple vase.
It was almost a year old.
But I remembered how my ex and I blundered
And all of his things had to go.

I gave away his sweatshirt
His shorts and shirts got burned
And the teddy bear he gave me
Was torn apart by the people who mean most to me.

He gave me a purple vase.
It was wrapped pretty in a bow
Once it had living flowers
But now I had to let it go

I went outside with my true family
And recorded my final blow
Of shattering the vase
On the ground below

I felt the ricochet
Of a piece run astray
And my baby exclamed to me
That I cut myself indeed

And thats when I realized
How my last relationship was really through
Because if I cut my head with the other one
He wouldn't have held my hand to help me
He would have let me do it on my own
And not even checked on me
I know this for sure
Because it happened once before

I feel free now for sure
That all his things are out my home
And once I see my baby's things replace them
It becomes the final bow

For once I see no remnance of him
I think I'll truely feel clean
Once my forehead heals
And memories repress
I'll finally be able
To fully put him to rest

Freedom* is something we don’t have anymore
Because within our own bodies,
We have become *slaves