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Damaged Goods
You feel damaged…. good,
You erased me to save you, can't say I blame you
So with all the damage, you can simply forget all the good?
What good does that do, I guess I’d have to be you,
To fully understand the land of your heart that seems torn apart.
Bruises hidden behind smiles, we walked for a while, many a mile
So much for healing, only temporary concealing cause I? Damaged your goods?
Seems I am the damage doer,
That did you so wrong, for so long, shouldn’t have let it go on
Man you had me fooled, I thought I was nice
Even gentleman like, but I guess its defined different when your damaged goods
Is it my ego, and pride thought I put it aside
Flotsam, jetsam washed up from the tide
Of your shipwrecked heart I tried to clear the debris
So much left behind, so much still inside
so much still remained, so much to be tamed
Hopes in me misplaced may be, to put so much responsibility
To calm your storms, to fight your sea,
Man you’ve gone overboard to put that trust on me
On me you placed the blame, how could I be so careless with such precious cargo
So you cast me out, deleted my name, me or you who’s to blame
Made me the goat to be scaped, for flames to incinerate
But before I arrived, those goods were already damaged
With a past barely bandaged, eager for love to stich,
Now I played a part, but not of a villain in hoods
Should have been more careful, in the presence of damaged goods..
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