it's 10 o'clock and I'm crying again
because when you say you love me I can never fully trust you
I'm too sensitive, too defensive to fall for it again
jesus christ, I'm a mess
(fragile)
I'm just a shattered glass
there are too many pieces to bother putting back together (the box said handle with care but no one really listens, do they?)
and it feels selfish to think about my problems
my hell is a ******* amusement park, it's not real suffering, not to anyone else
but I guess I never told you how afraid I was of the ferris wheel
how I always felt like I would be left on top and forgotten
and now here I am, bottom of the box
I broke their fall and broke myself in the process
but I wasn't that special anyway
I wasn't strong glass, I wasn't made to survive
I was made to look pretty and die, and I at least accomplished one of those
I'm just sorry you invested (wasted) so much in me
so much for one broken glass