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You can't save me from a broken heart.
You can't pick up the pieces and put them back together.
You can't save me from myself.
You can't save me from anything.
Cauise I'mthe fucking king.
I'mnot the same as I as before,
Sprawled out on this bloddy bathroom floor.
The beauty I once saw is gone.
The peace I saw is gone.
I see ugly.
I see war.
I guess that's the feeling of a broken heart.
I thought the love we had was real.
But you stuck with the friends with benefits kinds of deal.
I couldn't get you out of my bed,
Or out of my head.
Now I'm left on the crackled gravel,
With the remains of my shattered heart.
You can't pick up the pieces and put them back together.
You can't save me from myself.
You can't save me from anything.
Cauise I'mthe fucking king.
I'mnot the same as I as before,
Sprawled out on this bloddy bathroom floor.
The beauty I once saw is gone.
The peace I saw is gone.
I see ugly.
I see war.
I guess that's the feeling of a broken heart.
I thought the love we had was real.
But you stuck with the friends with benefits kinds of deal.
I couldn't get you out of my bed,
Or out of my head.
Now I'm left on the crackled gravel,
With the remains of my shattered heart.
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