It comes down to paper-mache,
all these hurtful words
you say.
These bits and pieces
that you spew
did more damage than
you ever knew.
All these hurtful
words you say
little by little I’m
torn apart;
these bits and pieces
that you spew;
that you sling at me
day by day.
Little by little I’m
torn apart,
These bits and pieces
that you spew
Ended up hardening my
heart;
it comes down to paper-mache.
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