You come around spreading your magic
But leave her feeling down and worthless
Alone and sad and brokenhearted
And I'm the one left to pick up the pieces
This is all to your blame
But you don't even have to see the pain
In her eyes
This is all your doing
But you don't have to see what's happening
You don't have
To see her cry
You're the one who did this
And I'm the one who's left
Picking up her
Brokenhearted
Pieces.
Jan 14, 2010
Jan 14, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
You come around spreading your magic
But leave her feeling down and worthless
Alone and sad and brokenhearted
And I'm the one left to pick up the pieces
This is all to your blame
But you don't even have to see the pain
In her eyes
This is all your doing
But you don't have to see what's happening
You don't have
To see her cry
You're the one who did this
And I'm the one who's left
Picking up her
Brokenhearted
Pieces.
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