When I ripped down your charm,
It gave in effortlessly and silently.
And it pulled the wall down with it.
Now my guitar sits collecting dust
Just like my heart and my fingertips.
I'm biting my cheeks cause I'm grinding my teeth.
I've gotta pick up the pace cause I'm dragging my feet.
I've got the hiccups cause I'm nervous.
I don't need this I don't want this.
And now I stand at the opposite end of the maze
With no map or idea of how to find my way to the other side
To you
And so I turn my back,
And walk out.
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