You've warned me we're all made of glass,
That our lives are far too thin.
So why did I not believe you,
'Til it was your shards underneath my skin?
Now these wounds upon my fingers
Run too deep to ju...
You've warned me we're all made of glass,
That our lives are far too thin.
So why did I not believe you,
'Til it was your shards underneath my skin?
Now these wounds upon my fingers
Run too deep to ju...