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Some things are made to be broken
Some things are made to be kept
Were in the space between whats over and whats left
If I tried too hard to keep you
I did it so I could reach you
I had to re-arrange the only things that worked for me
Part of this happened slowly and part of it overnight
What happens when everything you want never arrives?
Some things are made to be broken
Theres a face in here from the past
Its and ocean under the glass
I hang it up on the wall and never look back
Little scar shaped souvenirs
Are the only witnesses here
To a faded alibi that used to be mine
It used to be mine