Petals In The Grass
On Broken Glass
I'm running out of steam
I'm running out of gas
Can't take one more step
Barefoot on broken glass
Bloody was my journey
Cuts so deep
Can't stop the bleeding
Too tired to weep
Wounds so infected
They never seem to scab
Refusing to heal
Makes existence drab
Lay me in my box
And don't forget your mass
Can't take one more step
Barefoot on broken glass
I'm running out of gas
Can't take one more step
Barefoot on broken glass
Bloody was my journey
Cuts so deep
Can't stop the bleeding
Too tired to weep
Wounds so infected
They never seem to scab
Refusing to heal
Makes existence drab
Lay me in my box
And don't forget your mass
Can't take one more step
Barefoot on broken glass
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On Broken Glass
On Broken Glass