[Verse 1] Love is like glass in one's hands, it seems strong until you touch it; one gesture, one word too many, and it shatters into a thousand pieces before your eyes. And you can gather every fragment, you can try to piece them back together one by one, but certain cracks remain forever, even when no one else can see them. [Pre-Chorus] And tell me, how do you hold together something that has learned how to break? How do you go back to calling "home" a heart that is afraid to trust? I try, but every time I hear the sound of that day— like glass falling softly, never to be the same again. [Chorus] Because we are glass in each other's hands, too fragile to hold on this way; we loved until it hurt, until we no longer knew who you were, or who I was. And even if I gather our pieces and hold them tight against my chest, a transparent wound remains, running through everything that’s left. Perhaps that’s what love is, too: watching your heart shatter and choosing, despite it all, to become no one else. [Verse 2] There were days without fear, your hands reaching for mine, and it seemed the whole world couldn't tear us apart. Then came the words that can never be erased— the ones spoken too hastily, learning to live on in the silence. [Pre-Chorus] And tell me, how many more times must we break before we realize that caring for someone isn't enough if we don't know how to avoid hurting them? I look at you and still see the person I wanted by my side, but now there is a thin pane of glass between us, separating us even when we touch. [Chorus] Because we were glass in each other's hands, too fragile to hold on so tight; we loved until it hurt, until we no longer knew who you were, or who I was. And even if I gather our pieces and hold them close to my chest, a transparent wound remains, running through everything that’s left. Perhaps this, too, is love: watching the heart shatter and choosing, despite everything, to become no one at all. [Bridge] Maybe one day, without even trying, our cracks will stop aching. We won't be who we were before, but perhaps that is what healing means. Not gluing every fragment back together, not pretending it never happened, but slowly letting go of what can never be whole again. [Final Chorus] Because we were glass in each other's hands, and we held on too tight; we confused love with the fear of losing each other forever. Now I’m letting go of our pieces, even though they still cut me, because some things can't be fixed by going back to where they hurt. And perhaps true love doesn't mean staying at all costs... but having the courage to let go when the heart can no longer hold on. [Outro] Love is like glass in your hands... beautiful precisely because it can shatter. And some cracks, even in the silence, simply remind us that one day we held something very close to our hearts.
