You play me a song with no words-
You make me listen to your heart, in music
but there is an empty hole where the lyrics are left unwritten
...
Those wretched things I want-
I know could be so good.
The things that I can not touch- or have-
in my sickness I’d take them all if I could.
...
The theory of evolution
Of a broken, bleeding heart
Comes naturally by selection
When two souls are torn apart
...
And so you leave me
And fine
I’ll go. I’ll go with my tail between my legs
Because I know I’m not wanted
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