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Rompecorazones

I love the sound of vases splintering on the floor I adore the music of my anger hitting the door to rebound And resound in our ears Echoing and crashing on my newly mopped floor Tinkling broken china makes me feel like I’m in control Each shard is revenge cutting into your soul You deserve it [yes sir, you do] Look at what you did to me [the hurt in my eyes] [The rage in my heart] [The sadness in the folds of my hands] [I’m hurt, I’m broken] Like the china on the floor Never to be put back together Quite the same again Take your hand off my wrist, boy Who are you trying to convince? You don’t need me, remember? Go home [Knock over things in your apartment] [Tear down the curtains in your rage] [Rip all the pictures of us and throw them away] [Pound the pillows, Speed in your car, curl your fists] [Crawl to that girl you messed around with] I don’t care, I don’t care Because I’m sick and tired of you Coming home with her lipstick on your collar Her perfume reeking All over my sheets while you sleep next to me [You lying piece of garbage] Get out of my house, You obviously don’t belong to me Your a stranger You might sleep in his spot And still drive his car And smile his smile with the dimples that I love But your not him He would never hurt me And I’m so hurt, [ I’m so wounded, I’m bruised and battered] Like a shark you chewed me up and spit me out On the floor Like a broken vase Shattered Never to be put back the same [But instead just a bit stronger] [With the best glue in the world, experience] [To hold me together even better] And afterwards, guys can throw me around Devour my heart and dissect it five times over And I’ll never break again [They don’t stand a chance] I’ll never break, baby

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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