Shattered glass


Shattered glass keeps piling up.
The smallest pieces dig far in deep
I feel it sting, I see the blood,
I feel cold, I feel weak and I choke up.
But, I always make myself think that it will be alright.
I stay by choice and not for love
I stay by choice and feel myself cry.
I stay for her, I can't bare to see her in pain.
Her happiness is my happiness and for her I stay.
But when she is all grown up I will no longer stay.
Shattered glass keeps piling up.
The smallest pieces dig in deeper each time.
She is my life, she is my world, my light in the dark.
If we part ways now she will then be broken inside.
She will be forced to choose, whether it's him or I.
The shattered glass will then cut her deep.

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