taken apart by the hands of this world,
"you have no heart",
he whispered,
and for a second i thought it was real,
this lost girl no longer knew what was real,
that's okay,
id rather follow the wheel,
and he thought,
i let it slip again,
my fingertips held onto her hand,
but that didn't work,
he knew that wasn't her plan,
and you tear me apart,
the picket white fence,
still lost in the dark.
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