Picking up the pieces

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I got news for you
I'm over feeling used
There's nothing better for me to do
Than to let go of you

I'm not a pedestal
I am the top floor
I'm not an avenue
I am the venue
I'm not backstage
I own the damn place

I got words I wanna use
I'm fucking tired of you
There's nothing real in you
Just a fantasy that I'm attracted to

I'm not a pedestal
I am the top floor
I'm not an avenue
I am the venue
I'm not backstage
I own the damn place

You burned me
Like I was gasoline
You didn't care for me
Just wanted someone to bleed
I was just a patsy
I mattered less than everybody
And somehow you still had me

I'm not a pedestal
I am the top floor
I'm not an avenue
I am the venue
I'm not backstage
I own the damn place

I got anger issues
I don't need anything else
I can save myself
From a box of tissues

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