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[vandershit]

it's as if I pour my heart out everyday
and pick the pieces up myself
because you dont notice them
as they slip through your hands and smash on the floor

my heart has been reglued so many times
soon it'll just always be in pieces
a big bundle of mess that you might never be able to clean up
and I'll never want to try

goodbye my darling
I wish you could see how far up I am this time
and how hard I'll hit the pavement
and I'm no rubber ball
I might not bounce up at all