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a broken heart hurts too much
to ever want to believe again
to ever want to beat for love again
a broken heart causes one to
cry so much they never want to
shed tears again broken hearts
in time do mend until they
tear again it's a game called
no one wins even if played by
the rules no one has the tools
to fix the brokenhearted
where will they start where
will they find the parts to give
back time, gold, diamonds
and loss of energy believing
lie after lie with gleam
in their eye full of gullible
old fashion passionate
glee dance of romance
to the croon of blue moon
illusive fantasies shoes
falling off at debutante balls
boy girl meet for the
very first time she hears
the bells sex is on his mind
prom spells out promiscuity
there's no such thing as
shacking up in a townhouse
and I don't know how it
wind up happening but
it never goes as planned
what's the rush why all the fuss
trust falling in love is a bust
