Fix It
Tears flow as blood from my broken heart.
The need to let the pain out is tearing me apart.
To cut and burn, let the blood flow, make the skin ache
To let what's inside out, pour the poison from my soul
So I can heal again and love again.
Then we can put it all behind us.
But it doesn't work that way,
Drives the wedge deeper and resentment grows
So I don't know where this marriage goes.
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