(Throwback to my songwriting era in February)
Oh, boy
You've done it this time,
Never thought you'd do that wrong
I thought I was "perfect,"
The missing beat to your song
And I saw the news
But not from your face
Now this place
Don't feel like home no more
I fought to save your name
But I only got battle scars
Boy
You coulda let me down
Straight to the face
Now I'm in mourning
As I fade away
Your heart
I fought for every day
My heart?
Oh you just pushed away
A wasted battle
95 days
You didn't feel like home no more
I fought hard to save your name
But no battle goes unscathed
Now I got battle scars
Shaped like a J
Wound round my heart pulling away
Taking its aim
Pointed right at my heart
My "heavenly gaze"
Faded away
As it shot through my heart..
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