Why do I turn every love song into a song about her?
Every broken hearted melodic tune
Cracks in the mirror
Tears on a pillow
My heart is blood stained
We have the same hands
Did we ever touch?
We have the same eyes
Did we even look at each other?
Imagination
Runs away
And I turn away
From images that never existed
The phone rings
Butterflies
Words
That cannot be spoken
Because they were never spoken
Though I long to hear
Heal thyself
So I do
But there’s no love at the bottom of a bottle
The broken hearts say
Shouldn’t it be a different love I’m searching for?
At least there’s other fish in the sea
Except when there’s not
We never touched
She never looked at me
She’s not in a love song
I got left
My heart hurts
When I let it
Numb is my favorite word
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