To me, it's music drowning my deep scars,
Escaping the prison that's invisible to others,
Wounds heal as if my blood were liquid magic,
Smashed into a thousand glittering fragments, both glass and my soul.
Once showered my dreams in sharpest of slivers,
Piercing smooth soles of my childish feet, I shiver,
Shameless it is, even if after noticing the crimson liquid,
It's lays without remorse, but I know it's more timid.
My heart still accelerates fast, we must be twins,
Cause we're so alike, so same within,
Shattered in pieces, glasses and hearts,
Scared to stumble upon those shards.
But cruel as they are, they laugh evilly,
Discovering the weaknesses I'd fought hard to hide,
In pain, I scrunch my eyes tight, million knives pricking me,
And finally, the ground is stained red, doing of the broken glass.
