ripped in two my heart cries out loud,
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"why are you doing this to me?" "oh god, I'm sorry," is my only reply.
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I scribble down your name on this blank page that is no longer waiting for my ink
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I slip into sleep and awake finding your name crossed out,
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like it was never meant to be there in the first place
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in my hand lies the pen, the weapon of choice
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my pen is mightier than your heartbreaking voice
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now I'll write I love you down the same number of times you said it to me
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then I'll shove the hundreds of pages down your throat
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so you can use them for the next fool
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that comes around and thinks you're the world.
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The Personification Of My Heart
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| In Pieces |
