Cruel Hand - Broken Glass

One soul cold enough to crush mine Like glass I break Don't try to pick up the pieces You are too late Let them fall and never touch another's hands They will cut and then will drop again This time just let them lay and walk away The one I gave my all was the one who let them fall And never touch another's hands They will cut and then will drop again They will cut your hands, then drop again Don't touch my past Shards of broken glass Shards of broken glass