Polish The Broken Glass - Matt Pryor
Written by:Matt Pryor
Polish the broken glass the dust of your dirty past
But every time that you ask it puts me in spins
These are just memories they don't mean anything
How much of this is me and how much is you
Such is the irony the chains and the shackling
All the old garden games binding these two
Such is the game we play we have such a little say
In what's worth remembering and what I forget
So I choose
Not to
And I choose
Not to
And tarnish the legacy
Hobble it at the knees
Shred every single page
Until you can breathe
If this is defining you
Somebody else's view
Then after the interview
You can give in
Instead I will choose
Which of the battles
I fight
For which of the causes
I die the people I love save me
Which of the battles
I fight for which of the causes I die
The people I love save me
Which of the battles
I fight for which of the causes I die
The people I love
Save me which of the battles
I fight
For which of the causes
I die the people I love save me