I'll rewrite these words a little bit
Make them seem like they're about someone else
Like this didn't unfold in front of me
Like you didn't do this to yourself
But maybe that 's the point in all of this:
The blame was never meant to be placed
That somewhere deep inside us
Is the potential to break
And this is not permanent
It's just a circumstance we live with
It might be better as a memory
You can forget all the songs
I ever wrote about you
They mean nothing now
Unless you want them to
And I
Will do my best
To make them mean something
And I will do my best to make them
SIng
So maybe this is worth the risk
But I've watched so many things
Slide through my hands that it gets hard
To see the point in another one
You're just a point of contact
On an even longer road
But even then it's a road I'd like to travel
On
So this is game over
This is all that's left
Of something that held so much promise
I guess that's nothing now
So this is what you meant
When you said you were scared
This would all fall apart
Well I'm
Broken bad I guess
But fixable
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