I was born with two eyes,And I was blinded by all your treacherous lies.I was born with two ears',Silenced by all of your devastating fears.I was born with two lips',To soothe your soul when it rips. I was born with two hands,To hold you closer to land.I was born with two legs,To run to you as you begged.I was born with two lungs',To breath-because, I did not desire to die young.But sadly, I have one issue- This increasing desire to kiss you.I was born with one heart,That has been poisoned against you.So, what-the-hell-do-I-do-when it is being torn apart.You took my heart,And shattered it to pieces.Now I am sitting here- searching for super-glue?So, the next guy cannot break me like you.Why could we not be blessed with two?So, I would not be so hung up on the thought of you.
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