Glass
Sleeping in the thicket
Begging for a sound
Only getting shatters
Like glass
Like glass
The rosy spot
Trying to be a saint
Clear doesn't describe it
Like glass
Like glass
Things are not what
I have known
You are not who
You have been
Things are not what
You have known
I am not who
I have been
Like glass
Like glass
It all feels in my hands
Like glass
Like glass
Like glass
It all feels in my hands
Like glass
Begging for a sound
Only getting shatters
Like glass
Like glass
The rosy spot
Trying to be a saint
Clear doesn't describe it
Like glass
Like glass
Things are not what
I have known
You are not who
You have been
Things are not what
You have known
I am not who
I have been
Like glass
Like glass
It all feels in my hands
Like glass
Like glass
Like glass
It all feels in my hands
Like glass
Credits
Writer(s): Arturo Medrano
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