How is that, I'm all pieces
Can you sum up in one sentence
Can you fix me, I am broke
I'm worn out, given what I had
You just sip from your own glass
I can't be without you a moment
Without fearing you won't come back
Juggle my tears with my sharp pieces
Is your girl of glass, something that never mends
Or is she a puzzle that fell
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