You twist my stomach
Make it spin in circles
I’m not a washing machine
And I won’t clean this mess up
You tell me that you are sorry
Just as if it’ll fix everything there is
Well the world isn’t broken
And it doesn’t need your band aid
I’m not a ghost anymore
I’m not going to take stuff for granted
I remembered your words
Just thought you were better
What am I supposed to do now
Just swim in sorrow?
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