Can you take shattered glass
And make it back into something whole...

My thoughts become that not of my own
A place now living, I don't call home...

Without wings I flew
Up into the bluest skies...

My voice is small
But can be heard...

Pieces sewn then tore apart
Shattered glass of a broken heart...

Tell me it's not over
That what you said isn't real...

I wanted to be free
From the pain that you caused me...

You held onto my hand
And smiled at me so beautifully...

She's got the smile that models have
She's got the eyes that light up when she laughs...

The songs are like memories
Flowing into my mind...

Fill me with pain from the inside
I know that's what you're after...

This is actually a song I wrote but I thought if...
Not today...