Analysis of Glass

Going through these motions with you are bitter sweet, this nonsense we endure creates flames against our feet. We hurt, we hate, we cheat; ourselves.
This shot glass cuts my teeth.
The more we walk my belly aches with shame; i love, we love, i want to hide the pain.
The lasting love that will never emit the glowing force behind curtails.
One day were here. The next our world ends.
This shot glass cuts my teeth.
Our tumbling stone tumbles, collecting more debris , The hearts we share must stand to bear; allow us to be free.
-I’ve been gone for some time now...
This shot-glass cuts my teeth.
The many thing we’ve seen and the many things we’ve done, the many things we’ve loved and the many things we’ve won.
This shot-glass cuts my teeth.
Of all this pain and laughter i think about most days, it will be sometime soon after; i will love you always.