It’s the tale of someone frail
Who has some kind of charm
Useful yet harmful he must be hale
To prevent him to cause any harm
Like a mirror he is fragile
If it’s broken, he is useless
Because you must be agile
To drive him far from any mess
His body is made of glass
And he shouldn’t be harassed
Because if it was the case
Then he’ll spit your blood without grace
All this red is like his feelings
Spitting everywhere without control
And they’ll never be any healing
Because he don’t have any goal
So choose very carefully
If you don’t want this story
To happen and wound yourself
And become like himself
Don’t worry if you make the wrong choice
Even if someone can break you
Maybe your soul could be repaired with a girl’s voice
That will cast a miracle and fix you with a special glue
