Broken
Shoot an arrow through my heartPull it out it falls apart
little pieces on the ground
all you do is stand and frown
Now look at this mess
the floor is all dirty
I wont clean up this kind of garbage
so little by little i pick up my pieces
sweep them into a dustpan to dispose of
sorry is all I have to say...
as I take my pieces and walk away.
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