And from the top;
A broken heart,
A piece of flint,
A work of art.
Where do we stand?
I just don’t know,
To the outside world,
Keep up the show.
“Please don’t talk to me,”
That’s what I said.
No. I didn’t,
I cried in bed.
And now the end,
It’s all the same,
A broken heart,
On Valentine’s Day.
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