Almost as bad as ever
I said so many times
never again,
my love,
never again my love
and who am I fooling
oh what am I doing
I could stop stop stop
right there
I’ve got no explanation
beyond this demonstration
let me hone this razor on the strop
because I care
and we can divide
anything
except what really matters
and if I seem to be holding
You too tightly in these arms
I’m just afraid of
what happens if it shatters
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