Songtext von Picture Frames

I feel like a broken picture frame I used to be a memory and Now I'm all to blame I wonder what you think of me When you hear my name We're running back and forth Playing this game of chase Do you ever think back to the way Things used to be Do you remember when I used to be your baby? Do you still cut your thumbs on the broken shards of me? Do you still cut your thumbs on the broken shards of me? Do you still, cut your thumbs on the, broken parts of me? I feel like a broken picture fra-a-ame A fucked up version of your favorite memory