Mr Doctor
Oh Mr Doctor, Mr Doctor!
He did it again, he’s so broken
His pieces are everywhere
I can’t fix him this time
The porcelain shards are everywhere, they are sharp and harmful
But so broken
So alike him
Mr Doctor, what am I to do?
Mr Doctor, Mr Doctor
Look at my heart
Listen to it
It’s cold and broken
It will never work again
Mr Doctor, what am I to do?
Mr Doctor, Mr Doctor…
Please tell me…
What’s the cure for the trail of porcelain pieces that I leave behind?
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