That is not my blood on the bedroom floor That is not the glass that I threw before He gets his power from tide and wave But grains of sand are my domain
His tempest surged an angry flash Then through my arms formed a sea of glass
Shattering sea, closing my eyes Shattering sea, closing my eyes Shattering sea, closing my eyes
Every line, every curve, every twist Every turn of every brutal word Every turn, every line, every twist Every line, every curve, every twist Every curve of every brutal word
That is not my blood on the bedroom floor That is not the glass that I threw before
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