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Written for my best friend originally and then realized how i could later relate to it.

And put the knife down broken-hearted little girl,
Your self-inflicted wounds won’t be the cure of your problems,
And all that time spent on that person yeah it seems like a waste now,
But the excuse comes out again; you were in love,
Face hit the floor pretty hard?
Reality kicked you in the face?
Just remember that those moments spent on her was like paradise,
She was the one you imagined to be with before you went to sleep,
And you hate yourself for doing that one thing that seems unbearable now,
Believing; but these are the chances we take,
That make the moments worth it,
Redefine our definition of love,
And make us smile like idiots whenever we think about them,
Broken-hearted little girl put the knife down,
The wounds eventually heal you just got to believe again.