Some think I am a doormat.
Well step on up and crush my heart,
Break my dreams,
Tear me apart.
Cuz I don't need to be one piece.
Fold me at the crease,
Then tear.
And tear,
And tear.
Until there is nothin here.
But it is then when all you've won.
My ashes - your prize.
Dissappear.
And your all alone.
Shredded I drift
Free.
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