a song i wrote!

you're like the broken glass
useless but you cut so deep
and you're shattered, i gather.. your pieces back
while they injure me
i give and give
even when i'm all ran out
and it all goes to waste
cause you lie, complain and shout
(stop shouting)
i'm so tired of getting hurt
gonna rise from the ashes
of the old me that you burnt
you have no heart
so you're living on mine
painting pictures in my head of whatever you like
i need.. honesty
you won't heed
cause you never listen to me
and this is the last straw
so.. you gotta go