Wanted to be treated like someone's last.
Not a stress about my past, or what I did on my last. Just let me pass!
Mistakes I've had broke me, not made of rubber because like a mirror I'm shattering with a reflecting truth. I've got too much to lose.
Thinking I'm rubber and you're glue gave me a imagination to bounce and fly. Now I saw that shattered mirror showing me a lie.
Noticed I'm made of glass and that glue don't bounce off to you. I use to fly and bounce but your words stuck with me all the way through. This cracked glass is living proof.