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How ironic that my heart chooses to break over the boy that was never mine How ironic that the clouds hide the sky and the rain cries down on my happiest days And on my worst, the sun electrifies the earth Maybe it's God trying to tell me I'll be fine but I don't think He understands that I need more time I am at the point of heartbreak where I can only think in rhymes My heart exploding from landmines I had been too blind to see And my mind is racing I can't take a penny when at times like these my thoughts are worth a dime At the point of heartbreak I can only think in rhymes Heart exploding from landmines to which I had been blind All because of the boy Who was never mine And doesn't care
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Irony
How ironic that my heart chooses to break over the boy that was never mine How ironic that the clouds hide the sky and the rain cries down on my happiest days And on my worst, the sun electrifies the earth Maybe it's God trying to tell me I'll be fine but I don't think He understands that I need more time I am at the point of heartbreak where I can only think in rhymes My heart exploding from landmines I had been too blind to see And my mind is racing I can't take a penny when at times like these my thoughts are worth a dime At the point of heartbreak I can only think in rhymes Heart exploding from landmines to which I had been blind All because of the boy Who was never mine And doesn't care
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
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