You get me up on bad days
but I hate being repaired by you
You mindlessly give me stitches
but you've never learnt to sew

The worthless repeating
of the tragic, wrong knitting
That you weaved between
the strings of my heart
How anyone can om-
-it the rope soaked with venom
that you weaved between
my bright and my dark

I've shown that it hurts me but you've never seen
If you care about me then where have you been?
If you care about us then what do you play?
Wish I could tell you to just go away

The worthless repeating
of the tragic, wrong knitting
That you weaved between
the strings of my heart
How anyone can om-
-it the rope soaked with venom
that you weaved between
my bright and my dark

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