I gave you my heart,
my promise my all,
you tore it into,
and pushed me to fall.

Now my heart 
can love again,
but it's so lost
and can't begin,

to let you go,
and cast you out
'cause that's my dear's
what loves about.

It never dies,
nor lays there still,
I feel it here,
and fear I will,

never rid myself
of you,
you're under my skin
what ever I do.

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