our voice is dead
shattered glass on the floor
I want nothing more
than to hear your voice
what will we do when to give up is our only chance?
you and me forever.. we once said
bonded together like sewing and thread
how the tears say goodbye
with a box of tissues on the side
we kept a promise for a reason
I always thought we were "forever"
but now it's like someone took scissors, cut my heart...
please let me put the pieces back together
all I remember is the yelling and tears
I guess trusting you was one of my fears
but darling I'll see you again with one word said
goodbye, with all of the memories left in your head
oh how I will miss you so
but I hope you cry, more and more
I hope you cry the number of tears
of shattered glass on the floor