I’ve been walking through a world full of cracked reflections,
Every corner shows a version of me I used to be.
This town got a habit of testing your intentions,
Cutting you open just to see if you’ll bleed.
People talk slick with their downtown halos,
Gold on the surface but it’s rust underneath.
Yeah, this place turns dreams into shadows—
But I learned how to rise on the broken concrete.

And I’m tired of running from the same old pain—
This city taught me how to stand in the rain.

’Cause this broken glass city
Tried to cut me down to size.
But every crack just shows
Where the light gets in my life.
I’ve been bruised, I’ve been burned,
But I’m still standing, still pretty—
Sharper than I’ve ever been
In this broken glass city.

Been a long ride living on the edge of heartbreak,
Where every promise fades the minute you trust.
But I learned real quick how to spot a snake—
Pretty words don’t mean much when they turn to dust.
I ain’t bitter, I’m just finally awake now,
Stronger from the pieces I had to survive.
This city don’t hand out anything but breakdowns,
So I built myself a fire out of the parts that stayed alive.

And yeah, I’ve fallen, but I rose again—
Cut my feet, but learned where not to stand.

’Cause this broken glass city
Tried to cut me down to size.
But every crack just shows
Where the light gets in my life.
I’ve been bruised, I’ve been burned,
But I’m still standing, still pretty—
Sharper than I’ve ever been
In this broken glass city.

Maybe strength ain’t something you’re given—
Maybe it’s carved out of pressure and pain.
Maybe healing’s just the art of living
With the shine that’s left after the break.

Yeah, this broken glass city
Tried to take me for a ride.
But I stitched myself together
With the parts that wouldn’t die.
I’ve been cracked, I’ve been scarred,
But I’m still glowing, still gritty—
A masterpiece made hard
In this broken glass city.

Still shining…
In this broken glass city.