buried in pieces . like some shattered glass. now we're shattered glass. but it's meaningless beating . that we can't get past. we just can't get past. cause the harder we try. the more we fall apart.
Tell me caller where you're calling from?. Says the DJ on the microphone, oh, oh. He says, give me just a minute, I'ma throw it on the radio. I never thought I'd hear my favorite song. But things are
