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Broken hearts, tethered souls

Broken hearts, tethered souls
Never undone, never old
Fighting the tears back
I need you here
Going around in circles
Faltering evermore
I had a dream of never falling apart
Of ever loving you, forever, so far
Of beating around the bush, for that yes
But soon found out, you were just like the rest
The rest in my life
Who left me high and dry
I thought you might be it
But now I think, was it even worth a try
You have someone with you now
Someone who got to you first
Before I came around
It’s obvious I think that he is the lucky one
He has the heart I needed
He has the soul I like the most
He has the one I will remember
For which I have strived the most
Losing my sleep, in those dreams
I want to die a handsome rose
With no one around to love me like that
It’s a wasted life to live, I suppose?

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