"Broken Record"

Yeah thats blood on my knuckle's, sweetie.
Ive been knocking on your door for hours.
Waiting for you to realize,
That this was just a big mistake.

Wishful thinking keeps me breathing,
because I can't face this reality.
Like a million times ive said before,
You can't escape your broken heart.

I see you shaking your fist.
and I almost see the hate in your eyes.
Like a cornered animal that thrashes out,
As a final way to cry.

A broken record.....broken record
A fucking broken record.
That spins inside my head tonight
like a twirling ballerina.

Make it stop, make it stop
make it fucking stop.
Can't you see youve done enough
To aid my disipation.

But you love the way you manipulate me
and thrive on all my pain.
Im just your little guinea pig,
a rat trapped in your maze.

I need your heart tonight, my sweet.
Or ill never rest in peace.
Just let me hold your hand tonight,
As I watch you fall asleep.


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