Shattered Glass
you look at me with a vacant stare
you're mind's too broke to repair
i can hear the shattering glass
it pisses me off--i wanna kick your ass
the sound of an empty vodka bottle
hitting the linoleum full throttle
leaving your past open wide
everything bad-every tear i cried
it wasn't worth crying
you were denying
you didn't think it was wrong
keeping you living long
but if we weren't there
you might have the dead stare
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paulina13posted on 06/12/2008
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