Replacable

Let's think about this for a second;
How the fuck do you get off?
There's one detail we failed to mention;
You did more damage than I destroyed.

My victoms of rage can be replaced,
For they're only inaminate objects.
Still, that's all my heart is to you anyway.
The peices will never come together.

You thought you could handle every bit of me,
Even as each part remained shattered.
I was nothing but a project to you, see?
You gave up and walked away like you always do...