Broken Glass Candy
You please, you please,
Count all the raindrops one by one and watch them marrying on the floor...
Got the number? That's the size of my anger.
Why apply for a lover if I can apply for mental health?
Why hide my chaos if I can go to hell glamourously?
Goodness* knows how long I've been searching the way out of the castle.
Goodness knows how many doors I've bumped my head against.
Pick a hand, go on, pick a hand.
Oh, you've chosen the cutest gift!
But watch out when you taste it.
You'll like it if you're on broken glass candy,
*god doesn't exist anyway
