This idea of a twisted, passionate, black and blue love story
is not romantic.
You were a broken toy and I thought I would know how to handle it.
Like if I could be the one to patch you back up again,
everything would fall into place.
But I lost the instructions
and there were pieces missing that I couldn't find
and too many jagged edges.
I couldn't let myself be torn apart anymore in an attempt to keep you whole.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
This idea of a twisted, passionate, black and blue love story
is not romantic.
You were a broken toy and I thought I would know how to handle it.
Like if I could be the one to patch you back up again,
everything would fall into place.
But I lost the instructions
and there were pieces missing that I couldn't find
and too many jagged edges.
I couldn't let myself be torn apart anymore in an attempt to keep you whole.
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