Glass

Might've put up walls But they were made of glass Did some permanent damage (I'm hurting, I'm hurting right now) And now you can't take it back (I'm feeling pretty down) Holding up her grudge Yet tells me "leave it in the past" (She's telling me, telling me now) Handed me a bandage Told me "it isn't that bad" Never been through the ditch that I've been through Acting like you're cool, like pain's what you're used to You look like a tool, let 'em use you Does this amuse you? 'Cause I'm fucking sick of it Always change up so quick Could you ever might admit? How you're maybe a bit sick Yeah, we're all full of shit You can find me in the mist Might've put up walls But they were made of glass Did some permanent damage (I'm hurting, I'm hurting right now) And now you can't take it back (I'm feeling pretty down) Holding up her grudge Yet tells me "leave it in the past" (She's telling me, telling me now) Handed me a bandage Told me "it isn't that bad" (That all I do is frown)