Broken Glasses
You call it madness, I call it love
There's certain place that I can never get enough
Like broken glasses, I pick it up
And I don't have that life to live and think that rough
(Sneezy with the hit boy)
You call it madness, I call it love
There's certain place that I can never get enough
Like broken glasses, I pick it up
And I don't have that life to live and think that rough
And all the times that we spended
I wished it never had ended
'Cause all I do for you is-
I give you love
I know that times were frustrating
You had no room to be dating
But now I think that I, I had enough
A lotta time has passed, a lotta time has changed
A lotta things that I made, but nothing heals this pain
My lungs are plain and black, that shits too small exchanged, ah
I hope I never have to feel it again
It's from anxiety, silently
Crying out all my petty, finally
I will see, there's something wrong
Isn't it irony
I used to think all of this shit was fake
I don't even know if I can have it any other way
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Broken glasses in a fa-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-na
Fa-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-na
(Sneezy with that hit, bitch)
You call it madness, I call it love
There's a certain place I can never get enough
Like broken glasses, I pick it up
And I don't have that life to live and think that rough
And all the times that we spended
I wished it never had ended
'Cause all I do for you is-
I give you love
I know the times were frustrating
You had no room to be dating
But now I think that I, I had enough
There's certain place that I can never get enough
Like broken glasses, I pick it up
And I don't have that life to live and think that rough
(Sneezy with the hit boy)
You call it madness, I call it love
There's certain place that I can never get enough
Like broken glasses, I pick it up
And I don't have that life to live and think that rough
And all the times that we spended
I wished it never had ended
'Cause all I do for you is-
I give you love
I know that times were frustrating
You had no room to be dating
But now I think that I, I had enough
A lotta time has passed, a lotta time has changed
A lotta things that I made, but nothing heals this pain
My lungs are plain and black, that shits too small exchanged, ah
I hope I never have to feel it again
It's from anxiety, silently
Crying out all my petty, finally
I will see, there's something wrong
Isn't it irony
I used to think all of this shit was fake
I don't even know if I can have it any other way
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Broken glasses in a fa-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-na
Fa-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-na
(Sneezy with that hit, bitch)
You call it madness, I call it love
There's a certain place I can never get enough
Like broken glasses, I pick it up
And I don't have that life to live and think that rough
And all the times that we spended
I wished it never had ended
'Cause all I do for you is-
I give you love
I know the times were frustrating
You had no room to be dating
But now I think that I, I had enough
Credits
Writer(s): Mathias Laurijssen, Luis Girmes, Paul Rowlin
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