Shattered Windows and Broken Hearts

Shattered Windows and Broken Hearts

Every time I look at the broken picture,
I can see the vivid images of you.
A photo album burning in the fireplace,
A fire that never sparked for us.

Don't bother trying to explain anything,
Your words are bouquets of lies.
Every word to me would sound so sweet,
Behind it all are the killer bees.

Bite your tongue and talk to me.
So when you speak, you feel the pain.
Every drop of blood spilled by you,
Would be every beat of my heart.

Caught red handed with another guy.
The blood on your hands is proof.
Once I get over the shock,
Your blood will be on my hands.

Trust is a word that cuts,
Like a blade of an axe.
So sharp and painful,
So quick and deadly.

I'll drive by your house today,
And throw a brick at your window.
Shattering all your dreams of me,
But my heart is still left broken.

Broken pieces of glass scattered,
Like the tissues of my heart.
You can fix your window later.
My heart will still be broken.