I watch you through windows
and even though I can't speak
you know
that I die slowly
for every kiss upon his cheek
His lips
touch the ones that I did
They smile and laugh
Just as we did

So now I'm breaking glass, and I'm stabbing back with each of these pieces that you broke apart
Cutting deep on each of these to show you what happens when you mistreat the ones that loved you

I've written two hundred verses over in my head
showing what happened and what I did
I still can't find an answer, in a single thing I've read
That shows me how to fix the things I did