I keep thinking things will get better
Yet they never really do
For a few days, yes
Then I’m crying in the dark, again
Why can’t better stay?
My heart keeps getting broken
I’m getting too tired to pick up the pieces
How many times can a glass be smashed
And put back together?
Better, sounds nice
Yet so elusive
Meant just for others, not for me
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