It's 1am And I still can't sleep Of course Of course he has your birthday It's fitting actually The two pieces of my heart stuffing their souls inside compact bodies On the same day of the year. Oh but the pain is fresher now, Oozing from me uncontrollably Like padding from an old teddy bear. Put me back together, won't you No you won't It would be so easy But you won't Now this one too I have to battle Start from the scratch And he won't know what he's done while he's doing it Twisting the same knife That killed me four years prior It could be so easy Such an easy fix But not to be.