Mouthful

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We were made of glass, me and you

Each time we touched we crumbled

It's either me or her you get to choose

And now I feel nothing

What a waste of a clean slate

What a way to break my heart

You were the fisher and I was your bait

I knew you were going to throw me out from the start

We were both broken but we thought it was beautiful

At least we tried to make it work

You're a mouthful

You'll never know how much it hurt

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