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Step on broken glass you threw upon my floor,
hard to even look at you and think you were more,
i used to adore not sure what is was anymore,
if only you felt for me the way i did before,

maybe i'd be happy, i admit i slightly am,
cause those who've felt love are never damned,
unless they have their desire and die by the hand,
of the old man who listened to his dog Sam,

wish i didn't have dogs and you didn't have class,
and we could sleep together until the morning is the past,
can't understand how you don't see through me like glass,
my heart beat when you're around is what past fast,

i wish one day we could talk through songs,
fix all the problems and correct all the wrongs,
pick me to be your man and i'll correct the thongs,
right here next to me could be where you belong.