It started out as any other story.
Where we were all together,
Through the hardships and
Success, we hold this glass.
Together, you and me, my friends.
We never imagined one of us to leave us earlier.
Our grip got loose and the winds
Have marred the glass.
Guilt and agony struck upon our circle,
Where we finally let go and dropped.
Over and over we step on broken glass.
No one ever tries to pick it up and mend again, but you found your way home again.
Not to see the glass you left for us,
But broken glass.
But broken glass.
All that time that you're picking up those never ending pieces, I thought I protected you by breaking more pieces, but instead I cut you deeper.
Deeper than the wounds.
Over and over we step on broken glass.
No one ever tries to pick it up and mend again, but you found your way home again.
Not to see the glass you left for us,
But broken glass.
But broken glass.
Here you are again, my friend, my lover.
Picking up broken pieces and all the shards.
Over and over we step on broken glass.
No one ever tries to pick it up and mend again, but you found your way home again.
Not to see the glass you left for us,
But broken glass.
Over and over we step on broken glass.
No one ever tries to pick it up and mend again, but you found your way home again.
Not to see the glass you left for us,
But broken glass.
But broken glass.