Like Glass
A little bit of a song I’ve been writing… (I haven’t been on in a while and I am sorry for that.)
Stare at the knives in the cupboard
Wonder if life’s worth it
Wonder if things will work out
Or if I’ll stay hurting
Are you really worth all the pain
Do I want to see you
Stare at the medicine cabinet
When I think the knives are a bad idea
Life will move on, stop hurting come on
“Don’t waste your whole life on this”
“Promise me you’re all right, you’ll rise at the daylight”
I can’t make that kind of promise
But I swear, I’ll stay strong, for so long
Until I finally slip
But I’ll hold, like I’m told, “‘cause you’re gold
So my love, get a grip”
I’ll be breaking until they’ve finally broken the last
Like glass
