My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I don't know if it would repair itself
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I thought we would get the chance to be together
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I screwed up and I wasn't thinking
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I guess we have to be friends
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
Wishing my heart wasn't broken into little pieces
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I was in love with you
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I thought you didn't feel the same way
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
I realized it was my fault giving up on you
My glass heart is broken into little pieces
And you was the one to repair it
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Junice Michele Lanza
Writing poetry comes from the heart.
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