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IN THE END © Earl.C.Webb 14/9/2013



It's a messy old business, and there's always a trail
Leading all the way back to the start
Just like the slime that gets left by a snail
You can trace the affairs of the heart

You think a few small repairs are all that is needed
To a heart that is trying to mend
So you pick up the threads and you stitch them together
But they all come apart in the end; they all come apart in the end

Cut open wide, guts spilled out on the floor
Festering wounds that won't heal
The rips and the tears and the blood and the gore
The bruises that paint won't conceal

You think a few small repairs are all that is needed
To a heart that is trying to mend
So you pick up the pieces and put them together
But they all fall apart in the end; they all fall apart in the end


From a distance it looks all pristine and fine
On the surface you never would know
You patch and you fill but in a matter of time
All the cracks in the glaze start to show

You think a few small repairs are all that is needed
To a heart that is trying to mend
So you pick up the pieces and put them together
But they all fall apart in the end; they all fall apart in the end