Break the glass,
Then breathe in the toxic gas.
This is what your words have done,
I think your heartbreak is my new type of fun.
Look at the blood on my wrist,
From a knife and a small wrist.
That stuff you wanted me to hear,
I never even shed a tear.
My heart only had a tiny crack,
Doesn't even need that ice pack.
Forever and always is all you say,
Now I can throw those words away.
Those words in my ear,
Are all the things you wanted me to hear.
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