alas the world of unrequited love,
be it a harsh war-torn wasteland.
they say all is fair in love and war,
but in the end we're all deemed
"collateral damage"
just in the background
getting broken by bombs
and gunfire
rattatat
like rain on the roof
bullets fly into the walls of our hearts
we'll get rebuilt someday
long from now
and look back
with scars covered up
plaster and putty
because in the end
we're all covered up
plaster and putty
paint a pretty picture
with your bare hands
you might as well
it's all your fault
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