Rethinking when you sleep.

When I look at you
I don't know whats real...
She says.
The pieces that you have of me, are all little shards of glass
Like diamonds from broken headlights
You kept these little things. The things that I don't need,
all the person that I was. The hateful little person.
I used to pick up rocks to throw into the dark. Just to see if I could make new friends.
Because, when I look at you, I don't whats real, but once in a while yeah you make me feel...