Tungsten Memories Break Hearts
Every time I try to get around you
I end up strangled in lies of tungsten memories.
You're like the seal I can't break,
The song I can't take,
The bonds I long to make.
You stole the ground from underneath my feet,
And the heart that kept them standing.
What kind of a gift would a heart be
if it's not beating?
Who else am I supposed to give it to?
Who would accept it?
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