He’s got a noose around his neck

She’s a needle in her arm

In his veins equations flow instead of blood.

She has a bit inside her mouth,

Reins held firmly by her boyfriend

And this one’s nose is always tucked inside a book

Even as the bruises form.

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Two broken parts don’t make a whole

Whoever says that’s just a fool

The whole’s the sum of the parts but the parts can’t fit together

And the people wander hopelessly, each with a personal brand of tragedy

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The one with the noose used it at last and

Gave the noose to the one with the needle.

The needle went to the one biting the bit

Who couldn’t’ve broke the reins without its sweet poison tip in her vein.

The equations turned to blood with the help a girl who then broke and harnessed him;

The bit is his now.

And bruises have turned into broken bones

As his nose stays denying in the book.