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The Simpsons was special to you now it is special to me 
The colour pink was fun for you to control now I own a pink cowboy hat  
Tones of a classical piano sent emotions into your heart and now I bleed when my boss thinks it makes her look cultural to discuss Chopin with me 
How can I forget the shapes of you 

The scars love leaves can’t be worth the hit 
Surely I can’t be the only one to feel this pain when I’m sitting on the bus alone 
Surely I can’t be the only one who feels that life isn’t worth living without the living someone made for you
The regret will eat you alive so move on before you’ve lost your legs 
Sadly I think I’m now only crumbs to be pecked at by the vultures 

My sister says she has no time for me because her demons are louder than mine
And she lives in love 
I wonder if she would be devoured quicker than me if I was to tell her about a woman he had been seeing behind her back 
She might then understand
My demons are quieter but more cunning and persistent 
She could have them too 
We would be closer and mum would be happy but we would each be nothing 

I just wish I had never sent the texts 
I wish I had never told any of you 
But you can’t live with that 
You have to gather up those bloody parts and hope the surgeon will see you again
Though I don’t think he works weekends anymore and I can’t take anymore time off work

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