I sit here, picking up the pieces of everything you brokeA glass full of whiskeyMy phoneA flower potBut how to pick up the pieces ofBroken heartBroken promiseBroken dreams -
I sit here, picking up the pieces of everything you brokeA glass full of whiskeyMy phoneA flower potBut how to pick up the pieces ofBroken heartBroken promiseBroken dreams
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