If you're in my way,
You best move your a**,
No longer care what you say,
This world is made of glass.

So fragile and deadly,
It cuts me so deep,
Leaves me unsteady,
At night I can't sleep.

I try to pick the shards up,
To toss them in the trash.
But once again I'm struck,
Left with yet another gash!

I've come a long way,
To be ripped apart,
And as these skies turn gray,
It darkens my heart.

I'm growing weary,
And it hurts just to smile,
So don't tell me your theory,
It's no longer worthwhile.

Leave me with whats left,
I've gathered all these pieces,
Even though while time goes on,
What remains of me deceases.