Made of Glass
Glass is not something to look at, you just wanna see through
Only with stains or cracks you see it, spoiling the perfect view
So if I go from high to low
Or if I'm hit with sun then snow
Why should you spend time to fix me?
When it's easier to replace me?
You think it's glass that I was made of
Why look further when there's nothing to love?
But if I showed you this glass was just a mold
You, too, would think that I was made of gold
You can use it to make some art and even I have tried
To find avail 'cause I had none, it was only to hide
I'll shape into something artsy
Add some colors, make it pretty
With work I will make it look gracious
It can never be something precious
You think it's glass that I was made of
Why look further when there's nothing to love?
But if I showed you this glass was just a mold
You, too, would think that I was made of gold
You think you already know what's inside it
No time to waste when you can't see it
Had to see myself broken to mine my soul
Yes, I found lots of coal, but also lots of gold
Oh, lots of gold
Oh, lots of gold
Oh, lots of gold
Oh
You think it's glass that I was made of
Why look further when there's nothing to love?
But if I showed you this glass was just a mold
You, too, would think that I was made of gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Only with stains or cracks you see it, spoiling the perfect view
So if I go from high to low
Or if I'm hit with sun then snow
Why should you spend time to fix me?
When it's easier to replace me?
You think it's glass that I was made of
Why look further when there's nothing to love?
But if I showed you this glass was just a mold
You, too, would think that I was made of gold
You can use it to make some art and even I have tried
To find avail 'cause I had none, it was only to hide
I'll shape into something artsy
Add some colors, make it pretty
With work I will make it look gracious
It can never be something precious
You think it's glass that I was made of
Why look further when there's nothing to love?
But if I showed you this glass was just a mold
You, too, would think that I was made of gold
You think you already know what's inside it
No time to waste when you can't see it
Had to see myself broken to mine my soul
Yes, I found lots of coal, but also lots of gold
Oh, lots of gold
Oh, lots of gold
Oh, lots of gold
Oh
You think it's glass that I was made of
Why look further when there's nothing to love?
But if I showed you this glass was just a mold
You, too, would think that I was made of gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
Come and break me and then you'll see the gold
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Writer(s): Mrs Bubbles
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