Made of Glass

When I try imagine what life was like
before the turmoil of an eternal Autumn
I can only see the memories of my youth
drowned in the bile of fog

Don't you love it when I am miserable?
Don't you get your jollies from my distorted mind?

I don't really mind that I have wasted away
I hear that religion will condemn me regardless
You judged me, don't deny it
now you'll finally watch me suffer

I'm made of glass
Watch me shatter
I'm made of glass
Watch me break

I may sleep tonight
but I will never wake up

The End

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