You think you fuckin’ know about
Feelin’ like
dirt?
Do you
Think you have
a clue about
Having
no self-worth?
Well, you haven’t even scratched
A flake off the scab
Off the scar
of my heart
Which was broken in
Pieces on the
floor
Like a jar
On the day you
left
Me for good
E
I
D
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