| Wounds that we broke are easily mended.
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| I wrote you a letter, but I never did send it.
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| About where I worked and how I resented
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| The way that I feel, and that you never felt it.
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| Oh, did you?
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| Elderly bones are easily broken
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| I wrote you a poem I never had spoken.
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| About all the love and how it was stolen,
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| And how you shine like a sun that is orange and golden.
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| You framed my sky
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| How much longer will it take?
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| How many more bones have to break?
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| For all the love we make
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| When the panic attacks.
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| A mess like this won’t heal,
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| These bones no longer feel.
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| Nothing can conceal
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| What the panic attacks.
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| I never wanted love to be like this.
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| The poems that I wrote, you never needed.
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| The warnings you gave, I never heeded.
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| All those miracles in church, you still won’t believe in.
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| But my heart is a stone, it’s constantly bleeding.
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| I mean hangs in there like a cross.
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| Just hangs in like a cross.
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| How much longer will it take?
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| How many more bones have to break?
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| For all the love we make
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| When the panic attacks.
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| A mess like this won’t heal,
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| These bones no longer feel.
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| Nothing can conceal,
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| What the panic attacks.
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| There is nothing left to fear,
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| Will you just leave me here?
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| It’s cold and insincere,
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| While the panic attacks.
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| I need more than this.
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| I need more than this.
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| I need more than this.
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| I need more than this. |