Glass
They think the music ever mattered All it did was leave me shattered I wrote until I fell asleep The words were real and talk is cheap If talk is cheap Then mine was grand They stole the books And writing stand They dont deserve to know me now Still disrespect me like a clown I didn't make them rich at all Without a soul you've lost it all
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