if a drop overflows a cup,
it is because the glass is already full
if a look breaks a mirror
it is because the mirror is full of cracks
if love reaches a broken girl
it is because she is full of darkness

I see through cracked lenses
I am empty, no senses

there is no soul
behind these black eyes
I have but a cracked heart
and I'm scared the slightest
touch of another
could break the last thing
there is left of me