I saw them pieces ev your heart on er streets a while ago
Bud, a' first i never really thought them was yours
So, i tried te pick those pieces of the things i thought were from
your heart,
id wuz all crazy from the pain it gave me, they were sharp,
them wuz also blunt in some parts
twas all damn bloody iv yer ask me,
with red, metallic- smellin pieces
them were all on that goddamn road.
Sor, many people tried to tell me it aint no use
to pick them bloody things from that dirty icky road,
many people have stepped on em like it wuz all fuck'n trash
nobody cared az if this heart was nobody's child
sor i fuckin picked em up like a dint hear them blunt motherfuckers
i cared only for this poor poor heart, that i thought were yours
i brought this shitty lookin pieces near my nose
and ar smelled some'n so familiar, it smelled like the perfume of somebody's
first boyfriend, and d cigarettes of em somebody somebody used ta smoke
in and around a girl, n' prolly the cum, them saliva and the breath of
somebody's somebody's sex long time ago.
sor it warsnt so bad, that smell was even some'n i liked.
it felt like i fuckin despised myself af'er i smelled it,
sor, i put them pieces of this heart inside my tight pocket
blood spread'n like a big bloodstain on my pants
az i warlked and warlked, i felt so much pain in my chest
each step i ever taken da night wuz nostalgia, were memories
i realized, them was no fuckin pieces of yer heart
them pieces were all fuckin mine.
it wuz about time i'd glue them all back in one goddamn piece.
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