I'm picking up pieces of my heart from the floor
You want to help but stepping closer will just crush the pieces smaller
I never thought you would be the problem yet i never needed you more
You just stand there watching
You can only say sorry so many times before it no longer is a savior
I wonder what she is thinking right now
I've never seen you look at me that way before
I'm not sure if its good or bad..
Or just another broken heart hitting the ground
M.a.a
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