One by one I picked the shadows from my heart
Like petals from a flower
I sat there in the dead of night
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
Petals drowning in my tears
Screaming because the last petal said you love me
But you ripped out my heart
And put it in my hands instead
He loves me not
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