He kept this heart of glass bruised and battered
Until the day it finally shattered
I've almost put the pieces all back
But that one part it will always lack
My heart from my chest he tore
Just to enjoy as it broke on the floor
So this first love
The one I don't like to speak of
Will have that one piece I left behind
A piece I could search for but never find
It'll be left with him as a token
Of how this heart of glass was his even broken
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