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