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shattered glass,
broken looks,
and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades..
dark night,
alone cold,
and there was nobody there to help her..
she lay,
so broken,
and her heart had been torn to pieces..
no longer,
anything much,
and she died alone in the cold dark..
all because,
he disappeared,
and she was all alone in the glass.
You
You believe in heaven above
It all comes back to you
Don't be false or untrue
You believe in love
Labels
Labels come on cans
I am not a can
Take this sticker off
I refuse to be it
to wear it
to see it
I will not ever be it.
You label me like a processed food
maybe I should treat you like that
Mush you and grind you
and cram you in a shape
force you to be that way
make you brain, body, and soul ache.
Dare not label me
I am not a Can.
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