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It's so much easier for you to pick up and move on
While I wait for you to make the same mistake
But I'm a fool for you and your sweet nothings.

You toss me aside everytime she promises you the world
But all you get is heartbreak and a taste of sadness
And who is always there to pick up the pieces?

I blend into the background of your perfect masterpiece
But I'm the focal point of your painting
Your blindness will be the demise of the world.

And now I'm the one making the same mistakes
But I'm a fool for you and your sweet nothings
And I can't seem to pick up and move on.

And everytime you toss me aside amongst shards of glass
I will still be there, bruised, battered and heartless
Because I'm mesmerized by your embrace.

But one day when she breaks your heart again
And you're left with pieces of a blackened heart
I won't be there to put it back together.

It will be much easier for me to pick up and move on
I can't wait for you to make the right mistake with me
You will be the fool who longs for my sweet nothings.