Same old story

 
 
Sitting here
Wondering why my heart is
Still anchored to last year
 
Yeah, he hurt me
Stole my heart
Left my chest cavity empty
Refused to trade me his
End the it's really my fault
I knew his kind from the start
 
Same old story
Girls meets boy
Blah blah blah
She is left feeling tore apart
 
 
Inside my head
It won't stop storming
Clouds of happy memories
Have grown dark and murky
Shaded by regret
 
I keep trying
To collect my pieces
Throw some duct tape
On the ones still bleeding
 
Forever wounded
I feel ruined
 
I have to accept
My scars
For what they are
 
I would probably be healed
But I keep on digging
Ripping at my scabs
I am preventing me
From moving out of my past
 
 

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