I walk along, my glass feet clunking
But you long ago found you could drown out the sound

Struggling to keep up, my glass lungs heaving
But you long ago learned to be unconcerned

Lapping up snatches of conversation, my glass lips laughing
But you long ago grew bored of the girl who is now ignored

Lagging behind, my glass legs tired and aching
But you long ago blocked out my desperate shout

Screaming in frustration, my glass throat cracking
But you long ago stopped seeing my clear, colourless being

Sobbing and lonely, my glass soul shatters
And you turn
And you remember
**How pretty I look when I'm broken