Loving casts and lying tarts
Mending traits and hurt crates
Soulful parts and broken hearts
We all go through
You have too
One too many a time
And we wonder, if its even worth a dime
We all learn
From what we discern
But yet we are blind
To the hurt that is inclined
The truth is...
You and me...
We are crooked...
More than love, its the hurt that's got us hooked...
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