Little shreds of glass
Kept inside a wooden chest
Away from the world
Just in case

Broken by an arrow
Yet still not dead
An arrow of an angel
Maybe he was aiming for the head

Once a week they try so steal it
Over and over again i can't conceale it
Knowing not what's inside
Knowing not why i hide

Any time i try to fix it
It cracks a little more
Any time i leave it there lying
I feel like a whore

If anyone would try to take it
He'd be severely cut
Just leave it alone now
The chest is better left shut

Once a week they try so steal it
Over and over again i can't conceale it
Knowing not what's inside
Knowing not why i hide

Sometimes i think to myself
Why do i need it
Maybe I'll just leave it there on the shelf
Maybe i should just give it