It's probably what's best for you
I only want the best for you
and if I'm not the best
then you're stuck
I tried to sever ties
and I ended up with wounds to bind
like you're pouring salt in my cuts
And I just ran out of band aids
I don't even know where to start
Cause you can bandage the damage
You never really can fix a heart
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
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