One drop becomes a break
When it gets personal it becomes hate
Standards is what the heart creates
Plastic is only a assimilate
The glass being broken promises
Honesty that was always false
Particular setting the course
Glass cracks nothing but lies
But don’t get hypothesized by looking into the eyes
Its phoney hopes and dreams
People are not what they seem
Shattered emotions
Broken glass connected with broken spirit
It is called second class
Broken for sure with an abode
Glass pieces can’t be fixed
The heart can’t do a mend
It’s a clean sweep
The broken separation is what the heart will keep
Breakable glass cut deep