Tiny Little Pieces of Glass

Tiny little pieces of glass going in and out of my skin Tiny little pieces of the past, in front and behind the scrim Tiny little pieces of everything that we shouldn't have been Infesting our view of the world we're both living in Tiny little pieces of glass going in and out of my skin Tiny little pieces of the past, in front and behind the scrim Intricate parts that hurt so bad Well, they must have been trained to cut you to the bone Infesting our view of the world we're in, we're in a world alone Tiny little pieces of glass