When love comes along
When you find your heart
Only to refuse the urge to run
And then you got your heart broken
Like a pitcher.
All you could mutter is 'why',
You can't comprehende.
Just pick your pieces
We are all fated to be hurt.
Someday,
Somehow,
Someone would say
I'll be your stepping stone
Now, there you go
The Chief Corner-Stone.
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