my heart... it's made of glass
you told me it was my fault,
so it shattered.
i crawled around,
trying to pick up the
shattered pieces,
but it cut my legs,
it cut my arms.
it made me sick.
but that's ok...
right?
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
my heart... it's made of glass
you told me it was my fault,
so it shattered.
i crawled around,
trying to pick up the
shattered pieces,
but it cut my legs,
it cut my arms.
it made me sick.
but that's ok...
right?