Dead air and red lips control my staggered speech.
Another breath and my eyes no longer reach.
Choking on the glass that you once saw me through.
Shattered hearts, shattered glass as I feel myself dying,
closing, ending, slowly fading away.
I turn to face an unwanted distance,
No glances back, don't return the stare.
As I feel myself dying, I am reminded of a once glossy existence.
I turn to face an unwanted distance.
No glances back, don't return the stare.
Shattered hearts, shattered glass, broken promises, broken words.
You've broken everything but...I will not break.
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