A glass that is shattered can not be made whole
No matter how much you try no water will it hold
It remains cracked, brittle, and broken
No longer new, no longer a token
And with my life the same can be spoken

It was like any other piece of jewellery
Made from a thin chain and built to string many memories
The very first token of our love
A flower, for the day we met
A porcelain cup, for the first cup of coffee you made me
An open book for the days, when we worked side by side at the local library
A red car, the same one you would give me rides on
A pair of silver bells, for the day we both said "I do"
A small cottage, like the house we built using only our two hands
A rattle to celebrate the birth of our first child
Roses to mark a 10 year anniversary

It didn't seem like much but meant a great deal
So how could you give it away?
Look for a new owner already?
Slap it on to another woman's wrist
Whose eyes are cold as her heart

I would rather stay,
To see your tears slowly drift away.
I would rather believe,
That I was the thief that stole your heart away.
Making you smile, endlessly throughout your day.
I would rather feel,
What we first felt when I took you for our first meal.
Because you're too precious too lose,
A little girl who has a fragile fuse.
A fuse that i repeatedly broken.
I'm sorry.
I used you like a token.