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Stitches
You tried to put a band aid on something that needed stitches
 My mind isn’t a toy, it’s not something you play with
 And if you step on my hands and my feet
 I won’t even smell defeat
 No way are you gonna put me in another trance
 No way will you ever get a second chance
 
 You showed me for years that you didn’t care
 You showed everyone around you that you didn’t care
 So after years of waiting for something to change
 You expect me to forget and just turn the page?
 
 If something is damaged beyond repair
 If you filled my heart with ounces of despair
 Then you don’t try to fix it, patch it up too late
 This far into the game, you’ll at least need duct tape
 But to fill up the big leaks in someone’s soul
 You need a needle to stitch up the hole
 
 For years I tried to get you to see me
 Forever I spent trying, aiming
 Now after all this wasted time, I quit
 Maybe my leaving will leave your world lit
 Maybe now, while you're alone, you’ll get a clue
 The world isn’t always just about you!
 If this is the only way to make you see
 Then, my god, let it be!
 I would thank you for your time but you don’t deserve
 In life and love, there’s no grading curve
 
 If something is damaged beyond repair
 If you filled my heart with ounces of despair
 Then you don’t try to fix it, patch it up too late
 This far into the game, you’ll at least need duct tape
 But to fill up the big leaks in someone’s soul
 You need a needle to stitch up the hole
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