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I'm sick of feeling angry about everything that's been said and done the last week, but I can't stop wondering exactly why this happened.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about how I feel about all this.... it's stupid but whatever.
Well it wasn't my intention to lose half my sanity
It wasn't your mistake to forge an old identity
And I thought for sure I'd found another piece of me.
Oh, I wish that duct tape could fix everything.
They said even this will pass with time
An old reflection's become the best friend of mine
Suspended by the thread of false intentions
And words that were never meant.
If duct tape could fix this, I'd be content.
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I'm sick of feeling angry about everything that's been said and done the last week, but I can't stop wondering exactly why this happened.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about how I feel about all this.... it's stupid but whatever.
Well it wasn't my intention to lose half my sanity
It wasn't your mistake to forge an old identity
And I thought for sure I'd found another piece of me.
Oh, I wish that duct tape could fix everything.
They said even this will pass with time
An old reflection's become the best friend of mine
Suspended by the thread of false intentions
And words that were never meant.
If duct tape could fix this, I'd be content.