And when I grew weary of all of the scars

I counted the scabbed bits littering my heart

And picked them off quickly,  so no one would see

All of the damage that they’d done to me

But it hurt when I pulled, and all the bits bled

It made my heart ache, and it stained my hands red

My heart grew misshapen, more so than before

And before I could blink I saw blood on the floor

And my heart couldn’t beat because it hurt so

And so it grew harder, the hardest heart I know

And that’s why I can’t love you the way you deserve

So walk away, darling, and think of me no more

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