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Broken Pieces

Standing beyond the mirror

Here I am with my shattered reflection

Picking up pieces of me

Seeing the blood crawl back into my wounds

I'm so wound up, I want to get around

Can't stand seeing myself in the mirror

Time to take action, action, action

 

Truth I need to know

Picking up after myself again

Preserving my vision of you now

There's no need for this pain

Has to happen now

What's there between us to gain

Was I taken advantage of that I will never know

I don't want to see you again

 

Wait for that cold hearted reaction

Trust was gone

Let me all blue

shouldn't have left me all alone

Wondering what did I do

To make this come true

You were just a lie

I tried to believe

That I cannot live

Without knowing the truth

oh no... it's true

 

Why do i let this happen to me

time and time again what do I do

to get over this, getting over losing you

what I did was not my fault, it was just you

Losing interest, losing that feeling

somehow it was never there

I'm tired of being used

My love was constantly abused

Take me back here

Stand in front of my mirror

Let me pick up the pieces of myself once again

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steven-brett-craig
American
Published
Sep 1, 2010
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