False Wings
When God slept on the seventh day
He missed the worst thing that the devil made
Which is the hope for a love
From another that's never made.
I'm just a hopeless romantic
I just don't understand it
She made me think I could fly, and then watched
As I broke when I landed
So now I'm constantly smoking Marbs
To try and warm up this frozen heart
The whole was much greater
Than the sum of its broken parts.
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