Pathetic Justice

Gold ring

My heart string

I have nothing

But a gold ring

I took a pastel picture

My head was in a jar

And I know just where she keeps it

To keep her friends this close

There's a crack in the crystal glass

And I know that this will all pass

She took it apart with a piece of the picture

Now I can't get back to that place

And I know that when she sees it

She keeps her friends this close

There's a crack in the crystal glass

And it holds the memories of our past

Gold ring

My heart string

I am nothing

But an old dream