BROKEN

Broken glass on the floor
What happens when you don't need me anymore
I feel so blessed
So why am I crying?
Because it has to end
Because I have to go home
Because sooner or later, I don't feel you anymore
Because friendship fades
Because people die
Broken glass on the floor
I am such a whore
The song is saying, "I'm not going back."
But reverse is all I do
Why do you tell me not to cry
Because you care?
I doubt that
Because you don't like tears
Because you can't handle your own fears
Because you hate me
And you need something to spread around
Because I'm depressed
And you don't want to be the one to clean me up
Broken glass on the floor
Soon there'll be some more
It's red and I'm all alone
With gentle hands on my face
And troubled looks directed my way
When I die how long would you remember?
Or would you try your best to forget
Because I never really mattered anyway
Because I'm fat
Because I'm sad
Because I always make you mad
Because I'm not what you want me to be
Because I'm only me
Broken glass on the floor
Everyone walks out the door
I thought you hated me
So why do you care now?
Or is it curiosity?
Do you talk about me when I'm not there?
Do you smile or do you laugh?
Or do you rip my halves in half?
I don't deserve this
All these people who think they care
Most of them wouldn't look at me twice
On any other day
I don't need for me to weigh you down
Because the glass is still there
Because I want to pick it up
And squeeze my blood into a cup
Drain my very life
Because I want to know who'd drink it
Because I'm nothing
Because I love you too much
Because I hate you all
I guess I'm just fucked up

NAZIS

If you stay with your legs spread,
Ready and willing to satisfy your body,
Do you lose a part of your soul?
And in the break
When he leaves you laying in your bed;
I'd like to see the woman you'd become.

If you allow your heart to be occupied,
By the Nazis of your past,
To satisfy your human yearning,
Do you lose a part of your heart?
And in the dark,
When a stranger forgets your name,
I'd like to see the woman you've become.

If you settle for the least
To satisfy your waning self-esteem,
Do you lose a part of your femininity?
And in the end,
When life has left your soul raging
I'd like to see the woman you'd become.