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Oct 2010
You build me like a tower
Just to cut me at the base
I fall and you come running
To wipe dirt off of my face

This kind of mystifies me
'Cause all the love that I see
Is sweet transcending blissful
Accidents

Then I wonder can I leave
And should I stay
What will happen when I'm gone
Does it matter if I'm here
Or if I'm not

When I am hurt you kick me
And laugh when I grow sickly
From wounds that you reopen
Just to smile
For that one that causes more pain than she amends
Written by
Robert Key
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