Don't fall in love with the autograph
Printed one thousand times but not the same
Nothing beats the day
When you exchanged printed names.
But now the pen has run out of ink.
And it seems all those years
They've passed in a blink.
And for once you have to stop and think.
When you were building your house
Brick by brick
The blood you bled didn't seem so thick.
As you were checking your list
Tick by tick
And you wanted to choose it all
Pick and pick
Until what once held such beautiful roses.
Is full of pricks.
Your thorns have cut open her lips
And it hurts so much to speak
Your hands have left burns on her hips
And your hold on her has left her weak.
You stripped her of her petals
And didn't let her shine
You thought that you could stop her
But she's running all the time.
Maybe not out of sight.
Not yet, anyway.
You think that she can't win the fight.
But she still fights it every day.
And in between all the broken walls
And the ripped curtains hanging loose
Someone's sitting, feeling so small
As fragile as a hanging noose.
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