The Artist
Break my heart again
Into more little pieces
Tell me you love me
When you don't really mean it
Chip away at my being
For days on end
Sculpt a piece worth loving
Then call me a friend
Let your actions be a chisel
and your words be a brush
To change my perception
To paint over my love
Make me how you want me
Then tell me I've changed
Because you can't love someone
Who can't stay the same
Take granite for granted
and once David is formed
Tell him he's useless
Cause he's not the David he was before
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