if only our roots were made of steel
and we didn't rely on them to heal
if only time were a little bit kinder
and we didn't hold on to the past
tighter and tighter
if only our hearts had the guts of a fighter
and love faded
like washable markers
and stuck on blue crayon
then i'd be smiling right now
instead of hurting like a castrated coward.
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