Broken Glass

Cracked right down the middle, the mirror, hope it's not bad luck

Fairyland life ended, now only broken dishes, I'm stuck

A love torn between family, friends, and work

The train dead in it's tracks, I'm trying not to look back

Sad it didn't work out, just memories of Willy, country music we didn't lack

No wonder it didn't work out, I'm more of a rock and roll sorta girl

Photo's locked up in my mind, like stepping on broken glass

One step at a time, the pain gets deeper and deeper

A broken heart, a broken dream, picking up the pieces now, one at a time

It won't be long before you are no longer on my mind

It will take some time, but I still have some class

You might have been the one,  if  would have just spent a dime

Instead you just got cheaper and cheaper, making wishes on ceramic dishes

While time slipped away, the more plates would break

Now,  just the past, another piece of broken glass