Broken Glass
Broken Glass
Found lipstick on your collar
It certainly wasn't my color
I can smell her breath on you
You have a different feel around you
Get your lying face away from me
Your falling tears won't move me
Did I hear you say I shouldn't let in the devil?
You know who needs to hear that? Your necessary evil
Time after time, I've drunk from the poison you serve
Believing someday, you'd serve me what i truly deserve
But, sadly, that day was always on reserve
I've taken one million bullets from you
How many would you have taken from me
I won't even have had the gut to shoot you
You've pushed me to the edge
And I'm sure you've heard the saying
A broken glass is always sharper at its edge
You're dead to me, don't dare find me
Cause if you do,
I won't hesitate to push you off the edge
©Jane Bliss
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