Broken Vase
I know I’ve seen your beautiful face here before
I run into the place and I race to the back and
You are just another broken vase in the store
Another man broke you, but I’m here to restore
A few years back, a man bought you from IKEA
I’m tryna figure out how you got to Goodwill
I wanna pick you up and leave this place and
That’s when I had a realization...
I used to kiss your beautiful face here before
I ran into the place and I raced to the back and
Dropped you off in the back shelf of the store
I left you so helpless with no one to restore
A few years back, I bought you from IKEA
Then I got tired of you, dropped you off at Goodwill
I’d be so grateful if you ever take me back
If only you were able to love me still
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