Shattered.
Big, round cartoon eyes
Staring back a you.
Make your stomach cry
'Cause you know it's true
She don't think of you.
And frankly neither do I.
Once it was done, it was.
Maybe I cried for a week,
I knew well enough
I couldn't break
What was already shattered.
Staring back a you.
Make your stomach cry
'Cause you know it's true
She don't think of you.
And frankly neither do I.
Once it was done, it was.
Maybe I cried for a week,
I knew well enough
I couldn't break
What was already shattered.