As I pick the shards of glass
From between each toe
Ignoring the Crimson river
I hold my tongue

My polished nails
Begging for mercy
Have betray me
In my hour of need

I'd cut them off
If I had the time
And walk on balanced knees

Alas, you feet you
Wretched curse
Denying my right
To royalty

Have I not always pampered
You with oils and wool
Yet today I curse you

My tears bathe you
But not intentionally
I will show you no mercy
For failing to fit
In those shoes
Made of glass