.Pitch black, pale blue
It was a stained glass
Variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed
You let me set sail
With cheap wood
So I patched up every leak that I could
Till the blame grew too heavy
Stitch by stitch, I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art.
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