Broken glass sitting scattered by the night light
Another day absent a dollar with another useless fight
Blood trickles down my arm from the bruised injection site
Con-fluently her tears run down to her lips fixed on the pipe
So many lies I question if I know who she is anymore
My hearts still shattered much like a pizzo when it hits the floor
I'm so strung out I cant determine whats real now or before
All I know is hell and the painful emotions that I still can't ignore
It's a razor blade romance when she plays games with my emotions
Though I remained faithful, her eyes saw no devotions
I love her to Pluto and back I'd swim across oceans
Fiction, fairy tale, or fate? love realizes no restrictions
