I am in my room, thinking
It wasn't a big deal
I'll cover it up with something
And keep my lips sealed
Now I'm sitting in my chair
And broken glass is everywhere
I anxiously start playing with my hair
Thinking I'll just have to hide it somewhere
Now I see how polish remover on the floor
And Grandma's broken figurine
Seemed to be a bad scene
But are truly just the small things
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