If you're ready to accept it, then I am too
Cause I'm so ******** sick of sticking on like glue
I get it, I get it, the pieces don't fit.
But how can you blame for not wanting to quit?
They were coming together, the picture was there
But this last piece doesn't belong, and you don't even care.
I sat there alone for hours and hours
And slowly the situation aged and grew sour
I wanted to fix it, I swear that I tried
But you were still stuck on that one time I lied.
So it's the piece you've given me
Represented by my lie for all to see
And it will not fit..
Pity.
VaughnTophat Community Member 
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