You broke what you had
Your heart left there in pieces
You did that on your own
Not his diseases
The disease of love
Wasn’t ever his fault or yours
It was all false hope
You both ignored
Claiming he’s the problem
Though he tried to make it work
Calling him out on his bluff
Where demons lurk
Tore him to pieces
Ripping his flesh from his bones
You say you’re lost here
When he’s the one alone
You haven’t learned
What you’re feeling he feels
You’re surrounded by bars,
While he lacks a shield
He has grown stronger
Now standing on his own
Look whose calling whose bluff
You’re left to weep and moan
You move guy to guy
Searching for what you left behind
You’re now worn and ugly
While he’s polished and shined
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