I am broken glass beside a lake
Your reflection pure, mine distorted
Helped along a path in my wake
My love is not needed, it is contorted

Out of sight, out of mind
Push me to the farthest reaches
It is alright to leave me behind
As long as you're well, I pick up the pieces

Of
                              Broken
                 ­                                            Glass

Your reflection refracted in my shards