Glass

Who would wonder

With writing on the wall?

I say it's nothing

Staring me down

I am made of glass

You'll tear me from your past

I am made of glass

Break me off your past

Shattered splinters

Shards and fragments of old lives

Opening fresh wounds seating disease

At the end the barrel

Vice exposed to stubborn hands

And they refuse to fire

Sure enough they're right

Incapably blind

Looking back

I failed

Abstain from the poison

I am made of glass

You'll tear me from your past

I am made of glass

Break me off your past

Failure

Failure

Failure

Failure

I am made of glass

Tear me from your past

I am made of glass

Break me off your past

Failure

Failure

Failure

Failure

I am made of glass

Break me from your past