Troy Hutson All That Remains Is Broken Glass
So we standOn this broken mirror,
Wishing that the bad luck
Would end my stay here.
But I still remain
Amongst the ruined panes.
Breathing in the slivers,
And calling out your name.
And I press onward,
Into oblivion.
Now I'm f..ckin' plastered,
I'm lyin on the floor.
So I'll try.
Whats the point
Of leavin
If you're always
Gonna be there?
And, I
Wanna know
When you're leavin.
So I'll always
Think back.
I'm gone tomorrow...
Can you forget
What we've done
In this
Time?
