Life's seismic waves of pain have shattered my heart,
our force of repulsive attraction has pulled us apart,
our knowledge of destruction destroyed us from the start,
we stand so near to each other, with no one willing to play their part.
Now where do broken hearts go?
fo no shoulder will bear their sorrow,
no God will entertain their woe,
and every gravejust postpones till tomorrow.
Now where do broken hearts go?
for heaven has never kept their place,
for their liquid and blood doesn't flow,
and tears no longer stain their face.
So where do broken hearts go?
or do they just drown in their heartache and woe? .
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