Picking up the pieces.
Hello, goodbye my friend
Feels like the start all over again
But I'd rather not pretend
There aren't things still left to mend
Somebody break my fall
I'm slipping down all over again
I'm doing it all over
Taking my own sweet time
I may make it slower
But I'm taking my own sweet time
I'm taking my own sweet...
Tell me where I begin
You can't deny what's already been
I won't break but I can bend
Shaping the scars that I can't mend
Feel your fingers around my throat
There's nothing but bones beneath my skin
Somebody break my fall
I'm slipping down all over again
I'm doing it all over
Taking my own sweet time
I may make it slower
But I'm taking my own sweet time
I'm taking my own sweet...
Four, six... Five on hold.
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I got used to the thought of what I believed the future would bring. I got used to the feeling of someone else holding a piece of my heart, just until the time is right.
I want to believe in what's been said along the way, but you give me just a little bit less to believe in.
Triyng to watch things pass by pretending like it won't matter.
But I can't. I need this to matter the most. Or not at all.
It must be the lesson never learned. Love.
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/J
