I recall telling you...
when i break hearts it's worse
self-prophecy
imagine being paid for it?
The pieces aren't scattered
I... can see them
most of them...
yet
I pick them up...no
I kick them under my bed
if it makes you feel better
you can blame me
mea culpa
go for it.
you didn't deserve it
but
I won't take it back
I can't.
And I won't say anymore