pieces part 2

Picking up the pieces is always hard,

Here I go again with the sad story,

But it’s a short one this time.

Can’t even see a anniversary

Changing chicks like changing shoes,

What is love again?

I’m losing hope when it comes to love,

Losing the fighting but the war goes on,

So many battles I keep choosing the wrong ones,

People leaving me behind and moving on.

Im stuck in the same place like a tree

Just waiting to be cut down,

Turned into tissue paper.

Something to wipe your ass with.

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