When I say I hate men,
is a sweet boy.
I love that man.
I love that man.
Cracks in the mirror, they whisper my name.
True cuts deep, but I still play the game.
Every heartbeat feels like fire and frost.
I keep loving the things I've lost.
I wear my pain like a crown of chrome.
Shattered pieces feel
like home.
You said I'm strong, but you never knew.
Strings of something I bleed through.
Light hits just right,
and I see all the fractures still shining in me.
Glass veins bleeding under my skin.
Breaking slower, always been.
I could see right through my fear,
but I'm still standing here.
Glass veins bleeding, silver and red.
In the need of what we were supposed to be.
In the silence that takes the ache.
Of promises that couldn't take.
Love's a blade that never sleeps.
Cutting deeper while it weeps.
And every scar that you can see,
is the map of what's left of me.
If beauty lives where we break,
then I'm a masterpiece of pain.
Every fracture,
every shake,
sings your name in my veins.
Still bleeding.