You're no heart of glass, candy ass
sometimes sugar ain't so sweet
but just sticky instead, covering me
and the ants come out
sometimes people get caught up in my dark
instead of a person, they think I'm a work of art
and late at night, I'm walking all alone
into the ark
or they wear their sorrow like a crown
and I pick it up but the thorns stick
so I sit him back down
he just wants to prick me
and I puff him like a cigarette
keep him secret, tucked in a drawer
but I always make sure
it's the one that's closest to my bed
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