Land Of Fragments

Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a
single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is
gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close
scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my
variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained
with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a
brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a
double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the
fracture we saw the flaw in the glare.