When will I learn
When will I learn? When my heart stops beating or when I am tired of picking up the pieces?
When my lungs stop gasping for air or when I am tired of giving my breath to you?
That's the funny things though, I will never stop fighting for you
but you stoped fighting when I said "I love you"
I feel, I hurt, I cry, yet but I guess you think I don't
and you just sit there on your throne
of lies and shattered glass
Blame me if it is easier
but please go easy on her
I hope she learns
but I guess I won't
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