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heartbreak You walked into the room,
Stomped on the floor,
Pushed over the desk,
And slammed the door.
You left everlasting marks all over the room.
It'll never be the same again.
Recovery is impossible for all the things you've done.
And I know you don't even know what you've done.
Because I'm that room
And that floor is my heart.
The desk is my soul
And my brain is the door.
You made your way through me
Without a second chance.
I don't even know how I've dealt with this hurt.
But I know even after everything you're done to me
I'd still let you do it all again.
