One day I was special, one day I was not,
One day I became someone whom people easily forgot,
Should have left me in the corner where they think i belonged,
By the momentary bliss my own suffering prolonged,
Not Chris Brown's fine china,I am just a tea cup that's chipped,
I am under no delusion, I am just a trash can that they kicked..
If I am replaceable, are'nt they too?
There's always something or someone new,
Their loving words that my heart housed, bear no meaning anymore,
For the poison they spit at last, stung like never before,
How many times can a heart break and heal?
How many times can they ignore how they made me feel?
Can anyone repair a mirror that's cracked?
Unless they replace it with new glass that's intact?
They'll find new lovers, they'll find new friends,
They'll find new trash cans, and never make amends.
But what if someone throws them out too one day?
Will they ever realise how it feels to live this way?
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