Blasted hole in my heart
You've always caused
my beat to be off
Thumpity thump
Thumpity thud
That's how it sounds
as my heart
pumps the blood
I can't breathe right
I can't go far
I prefer to sleep
or drive my car
Not much else
appeals to me
and so I live
in misery.
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