The glue holding the pieces of my broken heart together is cracking
I'm beginning to fall apart
I want no past
No pain
No hands to touch you but mine
But I am not the first to hold your heart in my hands
Will I be the last?
You say that I will
But lips do often lie
Hearts can be fickle
They change minds
and
Break promises
I am not as good as you deserve
Or so I think
But my eyes still want to cry
I want you to be something you cannot be
I want to lock you in a cage and throw away the key
 
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