Break my arms and legs,
Head and ribs.
It doesn't matter.
Because it will all mend itself.
Break my heart and soul,
Spirit and happiness.
It does matter,
Because it will never mend itself.
You can never help me pick them up.
You will never help me pick them up.
I can never beg you to help me pick them up.
I will never beg you to help me pick them up.
Yes, just stare at me pick up my broken pieces.
You can laugh but I don't care.
When I'm done,
Don't make me drop them.
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