Broken
I've always had my pen and paper rescue me from my thoughts
Now..now i feel i have to rescue them from your toxicity
'Cause lately you've been all that runs through my mind
You seem to interfere with my every thought
And i just comprehend to the scale of each interference
I feel so caged , i feel so naked...
I am so subdued to reason that;
I had taken your love and painted a fine piece of art
And hanged it upon the walls of my heart
A sacred place within this museum
That you chose to tear apart....
I'd expected you to show some thriftness to my heart
But you went rough on it
Now I'm left to deal with these broken pieces
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