Super glue works wonders with a broken heart
And I want something
And only I know what that something is.
I just need to do one last thing...
To take something from him.
I just need to build courage inside of me
And just take it away from him.
That something that belongs to me,
He has it.
I want it back.
He'll watch me walk away
Because little does he know
I can repair any broken heart...
...I have super glue in my back pocket.
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