Look!
Look around you
At the rubble
And the wreckage
And the broken, hungry and lost.Look at what we've caused.
You and I, we tore down the walls
And smashed the glass
And broke this town
And now all I want is to rebuild it.We ruined this town
That was love and happiness
But now is only broken and cold.
We built it up only to tear it back down
A pile of wreckage so broken you'd never guess what it used to be.And when it was done
And nothing was left in our wake
I lay down to cry, to regret and to rectify
But not you, oh no.
You moved on to the next town without a second thought.And then you had the guts,
You had the guts!
To ask me why I wasn't following.
Why?
Look around.This town that was my home,
This place that I loved,
Is in ruins
All because of us
And you don't see it.So I don't care if you go on without me
And I'd much rather it that way
Because I'm going to build this town up again
And this time it won't fall down.
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Breakable
PoetryNOUN 1. Something that is fragile and easily broken "She was breakable, ready to collapse at any moment."