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Broken Glass
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Notes They Left Behind She sits back in her chair
Glancing at a mirror
straight across the room
She feels so fat and ugly
And its so beautiful outside
But she’d rather stay inside today
Keep the light out
And the lamp dim
The sunlight trapped in the outside world
There is nothing she can do about it
Its just one of those days again
Those days when the past
Plunders her heart
And cuts deep into her soul
She tries to look away from the mirror
Over there on the wall
But her eyes always peel back again
Its all out of her control
Reflections of the past she sees
And it hurts her so deeply
Why did it turn out this way
Why am I sentenced to this torture
Don’t know how much more I can take
Those around her see the pain
But to them she is the black sheep
They don’t listen when she speaks
They don’t hold her when she cries
They turn up the music when she screams
But what will they do when she is gone
She looks out at the window and wonders
Why did it turn out this way
Why am I sentenced to this torture
Don’t know how much more I can take
She shutters at the thought
But she shutters when glancing back
The curtain is pulled open now
But still the light doesn’t shine in
She lifts open the window
It might just be easier this way
She looks out into the alley below
There is a young girl playing
Running there with her purple goat
Thinks about a time like that
And how it used to be so different
But she knows it could never be the same
So much has happened in her life
Then closes the window for now
She cant let the little girl be apart-
See what she would always have to see herself
So her heart will take alittle more
How tiredness has grown and grown
And she cries herself to sleep
Thinking those thoughts once again
Why did it turn out this way
Why am I sentenced to this torture
Don’t know how much more I can take
Wishing someone could take her pain away
Doesn’t want it to end this way
She will hold on for now
Yet not knowing how much more
The heart could possibly all alone face
Reflections of the past all around
Wont someone come along and break the mirror
Why did it turn out this way
Why am I sentenced to this torture
Don’t know how much more I can take
Wont someone come along and break the mirror
