My heart is made of glass
And it is easily broken
One false move and it's shattered
I can't change this for it's who I am
The shattered pieces are hard to pick up
Cutting away at whatever dares to touch them
And calling out to anyone brave enough
To risk trying to pick them up where they lay
Whoever posseses my heart made of glass
Should know that one wrong move and it'll be gone
Shattered into a million pieces as it hits the floor
And it's back to square one...calling out to anyone brave enough to pick it up
