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Tears freeze to my face

The cold of this icy November

Looking over the past

Tales of demolition lovers playing in my ears

"I would drive to the end with you"

But this trunk full of ammunition is for me

My glass heart has fallen and shattered

Who will sweep up the pieces?

But one is missing

Forever attached to her own

No longer will I be able to give my full heart

For the piece she has, I never want back

"But I wouldn't be this way if it wern't for you"

You tought me how to live

You tought me how to love

But you also tought me how to hurt