Won’t listen
though I know you can’t save me
You can’t change me from who I am
I’m dying from my wounds
You can blame me
For the cuts across my hand
Look out at broken mirrors
Shattered all around
Pick myself fingers crimson
Though I don’t make a sound
I’m a fixture from the past,
a faded picture
You can look but will it last?
You thought you’d fix her
Won’t listen
though I know you can’t save me
You can’t change me from who I am
I’m dying from my wounds
You can blame me
For the cuts across my hand
Look out at broken mirrors
Shattered all around
Pick myself fingers crimson
Though I don’t make a sound
All I want is to go home
how can I
find that
when I’ve never been shown?
Look out at broken mirrors
Shattered all around
Pick myself fingers crimson
Though I don’t make a sound
You can glue me back together
piece by piece, each shard
I’m still a broken mirror
forever cracked and scarred