You say you've got a heart that's easy to break, a glass heart.
So i'll do you a favor, and tear it apart.
They say i'm throwing stones at, glass houses.
That I'm doing it for amuse.
Ignoring all the abuse.
Throwing stones, to make your and mine house of memories shatter.
Shatter or splitter I don't care, because we both know that when it breaks you become a cutter.
They say it's a waste of a memories if it just disappears, saying there must be some good, they call me a slatter.
They like to throw stones at a victim.
I'll gladly turn your dictum around.