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Wrecks of Stone, Shards of Glass
Don’t sit there and preach to me about time
When mine,
Slips through my fingers
Broken wrecks of stone
Crumbled shards of glass
Rip through heart and bone
And before we run we all ask
Were you worth it?
Why do we go back?
When all its causes is hurting
But I am angry and desperate
And I will keep quiet
And do what you can before you fold
Well I will fold
It will break me
And you will leave
And it will hurt me
And I can’t scream
For fear
That you will know
That I hate
All I have
All I own
What I see each day
Destroys everything I’ve known
