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I'm not knocking your want to carry that home Took it with you when you moved and got it broke Found the pieces, we counted them all alone Didn't add up, forgot to carry a zero I can't be your apologist very long I'm surprised that you'd want to carry that on Count your blemishes you can't they're all gone I can't see your response putting them back on Like they're waiting for your guard to fall So they can see it all And you're so occupied with what other people are occupied with And vice versa And you've become what you thought was dumb A fraction of the sum, the middle and the front And now it's coming back hasn't come too far I was trying to help but I guess I pushed too hard And now we can't even touch it Afraid it'll fall apart From Letras Mania