Because life is too short to keep on keeping scores
A little at a time.
You’re cutting this heart to pieces,
A little bleeding piece, here, today.
Tomorrow, another deeper bruise,
Ever such a minor cut, time after time,
Again and again and again.
Not to worry, just keep on at it.
Tomorrow finally came,
At long last you awake
Too late you discover that,
This heart is no more.
This heart that was all yours.
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