Pathetic Justice (Codeseven)

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