You once held me like a glass
I felt like I was first class
Until you dropped me
And left me all broken

Daddy was the first man to leave me
And that actually broke me
He didn’t warn me
About people like you

I can’t pick up the pieces
Of a broken heart
My hands are torn apart
Because I was trying to mend my heart

Now I am left with wounds
And those wounds turned into scars
And scars became a way of life
Life for the survival of the fittest