Rubberbands
You smashed me to pieces
Like glass onth floor
When I pick up the mess
I wish it wouldn't hurt anymore.
But I cut up my hands
And you cut up my heart
It feels like tight rubberbands
Keep me from falling apart.
But tomorrow's a new day
A fresh start
A clean slate
I'll wake up with a fresh heart
No rubberbands,
I wont fall apart.
You lost your control
You lost your respect
I'm finally whole
What did you expect?
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