We have diced it up
Pulverized it
Hit puree and stuck in a hand
I can't keep blaming you
And blaming myself
It just is what it is
How many times must we say the same words?
Are we thinking the meanings will change?
Maybe if we played them backwards...
There have never been kisses
More sweet and never have tears
Fallen more bitterly
No matter how much anger
How many broken promises
I still need to know you're ok
So we re-hash
Rip off the band aid
And chop up our hearts again - finely
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