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Goddammit Amy, we're not anymore.
You can't just keep out of my life,
Leaving clothes on my floor.

nothing really matters,
Like pain hurt,
You should mean to me by now,
Than heartbreak in a short skirt.

You kinda remind me of on my arms,
That I made I was a kid,
a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,
When I that suffering was something profound,
That down wise heads,
And not just to be avoided,
normal people dread.

goddammit, Amy,
Well of course changed.
With all the things that done and the places I've been,
I'd be a machine if I had the same.

You're back where we started,
You haven't at all.
you're still trying to live like a kid,
Like you could always it all.

You know you remind me of scars on my arms,
I hid, as best I could.
That I covered with ink, but in the kind of light,
They still through,
Showing that there are some things that I cannot change,
No matter I do.

The tale signs of being used,
Of trapped inside of you.

You're a butterfly,
Burned a branding iron,
my outsides,
my insides.

As a simple sign, to show off ownership.
Burned into my skin,
my outsides,
my insides.

It's not love anymore,
It's just a upon my soul.
stains my skin, yeah, and it's on my breath,
And I'm to get undressed,
In of strangers in case they see,
The tell tale signs that you left all over me.

But Amy,
always remind me of scars on my arms,
That I know never fade.
And it's not like something I think about each and every day.
I just occasionally catch myself at them,
As if ever go away.

But these tell tale are here to stay.
And in the end you know okay.
Cos you will be a part,
Of my patched up patchwork taped up tape heart.