If my heart were made of mirror glass
then all the pieces would have shattered,
and the pieces would be too sharp
to be put me back together.

I would have noticed you caught yourself
torn, between me and my reflection
not knowing who you really loved
I would have died from your rejection

So I broke into a million pieces
and rejection I could not flee,
shards of me you tried to repair
and you bled from the cut you received from me.