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A Truly Broken and Deserted Heart
If this did not help
To draw out some of the pain
I would write no more of you
And free myself of these chains
You see, I'm still shackled to a
dream
I'm addicted to a hope
That you would never stop
loving me
And you'd come back home
But I know deep inside
I lost you long ago
And the tears that I still hide
Will drown me before too long
I've heard it a hundred times
The beauty of a broken heart,
they say
I fail to see the humour now
Because it truly aches and I'm
unstable
Whatever enthusiasm there was
If there was an ounce of
creativity
You ripped it out of me
Along with my kind personality
Does it hurt to know you've hurt
me?
Do you relish in this?
Or am I far too presuming
To imagine that I still mean
anything
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