The Glass Player
So I didn't break your heart, even though I could have, even though I wanted to for a vain thrill
You were just another doll in my trunk of tricks, in my trunk of cheap fun worth a penny each
I could see through you, like every glass trinket, like every shattered mirror, I've thrown away
How I have thrown away, how I have lent my soul to the wind, how I have nothing to give