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i'm split in two;

an exact replica on the outside,

my code is all the same. 

the original me;

who knows which piece,

you'll have to tear me apart to just see. 

She stands there, 

head held up high

forever staring at the sky

until those men

(with their pitchforks and matches)

tear her down into debris. 

the party's over;

i'll walk myself home,

silent on the stairs,

wake up the next morning,

i'll lie and say i don't care. 

the party's over;

you don't know what goes on

I'm finishing the story,

How can it be true?

I'm nearing the end;

There is no future to see.

It doesn't feel real

But it is—it's all going to be over. 

Months it's been since this world's been right,

Do you know it hurts to leave me here?

Bleeding, scarred, begging for someone to see,

And you won't shed a single tear—

Even though we've been through so much—for me. 

Didn't you know?

You trap me up

Like you could chain

My beaten heart away.

You build your walls

And sorrow calls

To say that you have changed. 

The prison now

Stands still and dead