Your callous hands held my heart
Your callous heart broke it
Heartless you were with my feelings
Heart-less I am now without one
Your cold fingers stroked my arm
Your cold heart twisted it
Your cleaving gave me hope
But your cleaving brought me despair
Your heated passion held me close
Your heated temper pushed me away
You were careless then with my emotions
I couldn't care less now if you're hurting
Your available shoulder caught my tears
Your cold shoulder caused them
Meaningless were my words to you
Yours are meaning less to me every day
Your sharp wit caused us to cut up
Your sharp tongue cut up my heart
Dashing, once, I thought you were
Dashing my hopes, you were at last
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