Broken Glass

I'm not Beautiful I'm not Tall At all I know youre there But where I cover myself And I go Searching for pearls in the snow What if I wait for the spring When everything's easier see? I f*ck the flowers In my head Burn the seeds But I Want you to know Where I've been Laughter I tumble within Searching for pearls in the snow She's not the only one no Lost everything and I want I need to get back to moving in broken glass