Break The Glass - The Suicide Machines

Breaking… myself

There’s something about myself I can’t control

Yet it happens time and time again when I’m trying to be

Well I smash it down and break it down when I’m trying to be

Well it’s such a shame it’s sad to say there’s nothing to see there

I don’t wanna talk about it 'cause you know I can’t live without it

It’s a stupid fucking shame…

And every time I think about it

I think I’m so lame

I break the glass, I break it down

What’s your story, what’s your sign

No, I can’t agree

Well you know you’ll never get it in this life for free

You can blow it down and break the glass

Break my heart in two

But you’d better be prepared it’s such a shock

There’s nothing there

Fill me up because I’m empty

Why couldn’t I just have kept me

You know it really fucking sucks…

When I try to talk about it the words seem to get stuck

I break the glass, I break it down

Down!

I break the glass, I break it down

Pick it up…