You broke my vase
Then you hid away the glue
You spat in my face
Then told me "I loathe you"
You broke the bulb
And also the spare
When I slipped in the tub,
You told me you didn't care.
You made me climb up the attic
To fetch your old stuff
Then you locked me up there
And pushed away the ladder.
You know that I'm asthmatic
But you won't give me my puff.
I've been broken and bruised,
but I've always been able to mend myself.
But you, you took away the glue, you broke all the spares.
And then you took my breath away...

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