She had a crystal heart,
But didn't know it was broken and scattered.

Now keeping all the words locked,
Passing smiles to everyone around,
The pieces of the glass are cutting her throat,
But she's locking all her words,
Passing smiles with the bleeding mouth.

The words may hurt,
So better if they kill only her,
She had a crystal heart,
And now those are just
Painted red pieces of glass.

#happy_reading
Everytime I try, i feel the path I'm walking is really not mine, but that can't be pronounced around. May be its just an excuse I'm making to myself.