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I'll start this broken heart.
I'll fix it up so it will work again,
Better than before.
Then I'll star in a mystery,
A tragic tale of all that's yet to come.
Finger's crossed, there will be love.

But I get carried away,
With every day and every fantasy.
The deeper the wound,
The harder I swoon,
And wish that that was me.

So much to say,
But no words to convey,
The loneliness building with each passing day.
But I'm getting used to it.
You have to get used to it.

I'll devise the best disguise.
A brand new look and take them by surprise.
They'll never guess what's not inside.
I'll express myself with ease,
With confidence and character complete.
With fingers crossed they'll talk to me.

But I get carried away with every page in every magazine.
The cheaper the thrill,
The deeper I fill my head with blasphemy.

So much to say,
But no words to convey,
The loneliness building with each passing day.
But I'm getting used to it.
You have to get used to it.

I'll destroy this useless heart.
I'll fuck it up so it'll never beat again.
Not just for me but for anyone.

But I get carried away,
With every phrase and made up malady.
The longer I hide behind these lies,
The more I disintegrate.

There's so much to say,
But no words to convey,
The loneliness building with each passing day.
I'll never get used to it.
You just have to live with it.