You couldn't give me a second
To recognise who I was?
Didn't you think that by the end of it all
I wouldn't need another moment
To pick up the remaining shards?
Didn't you see that by the end of all
I hadn't an ounce of trust left
To give and share amongst you all?
But you never understood at all
That one single sorry will do nought
To stop this flow of blood
Out of me.
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