When my heart was broken,                                                          ­                
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    there was a boy who cared                                                            ­                
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   no words were louder spoken,                                                          ­          
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   than the flowers he shared                                                           ­                     
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  As I cried in my misery,                                                          ­                  
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he waited in the wings                                                            ­                                  
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  Hoping one day he would be,                                                              ­                
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my all, my everything                                                       ­                                 
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He focused his attention,                                                       ­                       
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 and each & everyday,                                                        ­                            
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he showed his affection,                                                       ­                           
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with a floral bouquet                                                          ­                                  
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But so pained was I                                                                ­                            
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and blinded by hot tears,                                                           ­                     
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I closed my swollen eyes,                                                            ­                
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and he then disappeared                                                      ­                                
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 Lately he's been coming back to me,                                                          
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sometimes in my dreams,                                                          ­                
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                             
I can remember him vividly                                                          ­          
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even though it's longer than it seems                                                            ­        
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He loved me then, now I see                                                              ­                
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 The boy with the flowers waiting,                                                         ­         
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for me to love him, patiently                                                        ­      
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                                   ­                                  ,.

Those walls that you put up to protect you from everyone.                                                        ­                                             
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can isolate you from those who mean you no harm                                                             ­ 
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I see you seeking safety and holding your breath                                              
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 but hiding from your life is like hiding from death                                        
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  Sooner or later, something falls between the cracks                                            
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You only get one life, and you don't get yours back                                              
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Everyone makes mistakes & you learn from them all,                                                        
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  so, knock down your barriers with a wrecking ball                                        
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With tears comes growth & lessons learned                                                
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Don't think that everyone   doesn't take their turn                                
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I think it's true, that you reap what you sow,                                                  
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plant a seed of trust and watch it grow                                                    
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Embrace your life & proceed carefully,                                                       ­   
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no life is perfect & neither are we

I will be okay, she said to me                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                           
wiping a tear off with her sleeve                                                           ­                                                 
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blood shot eyes looking at me,                                                              ­        
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smiling at me with false bravery                                                          ­              
                                                                ­                                                        Embarrassed by emotions shed,                                                            ­
                                                                ­                                                        
she put her hand on top of her head                                                            
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Pushed me away & said,'' leave me alone''                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                      
I just need some time of my own                                                              ­  
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I did as she said out of respect,                                                         ­ 
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she reacted in a way I didn't expect,                                                          ­      
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she left the house, she was distraught,                                                      ­          
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I sat there, left with her thoughts                                                         ­       
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She was one of my best friends                                                          ­                          
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after that day, never seen alive again                                                            ­      
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They found her after a few days                                                             ­           
                                                     ­                                                   
someone killed her in a bad way                                                              ­          
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I always felt responsible                                                      ­                                
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but stopping her was impossible                                                       ­                 
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If she had not run away,                                                            ­                          
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she would still be here today                                                            ­                    
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 So many things I wanted to say,                                                             ­     
                                                           ­                                                       
that may have changed that day                                                              ­    
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  I should have said,'' you can count on me''                                                    
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That her friend, I would always be                                                  
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  and that if she ever fell apart,                                                           ­           
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that I would hold her broken heart,                                                           ­   
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until she was able to mend,                                                            ­            
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I loved her, she was my friend                                                           ­           
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now I am filled with, ''if only I's?"                                                            ­      
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and left with wondering why?

There's a long & winding road,                                                            ­
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 where for the price of your soul,                                                            ­            
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depression will give birth                                                            ­                                                 
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 It costs whatever you are worth                                                            ­                                                
   If you chose to reside,                                                          ­                              
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you better swallow your pride,                                                           ­         
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It'll take the strut from your stride,                                                          ­  
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possess you from the inside                                                           ­                   
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It lives to take your voice,                                                           ­               
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make you surrender your choice                                                           ­             
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To dry all of your tears,                                                           ­                         
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pain is music to its ears                                                             ­                   
                                                                ­                                                        It gathers it's strength,                                                        ­                            
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during your quick descent                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                     
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As you slowly wind down,                                                            ­                  
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no solutions to be found                                                            ­                            
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The road is covered in vines,                                                           ­                   
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growing fast over time                                                             ­                     
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don't find your way there,                                                           ­                         
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  it's the road to despair

You deserve to feel heartbreak,                                                      ­                    
                                            ­                                                                 ­           
be forced to give, not take                                                             ­       
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I want you to feel devastation,                                                     ­               
                                                                ­                                                        
be put in awkward situations                                                       ­                           
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You should endure deep pain,                                                            ­              
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have it inflicted again & again                                                            ­              
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None of that will even come close,                                                           ­ 
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to what you gave me, what you chose                                                            ­          
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You should feel how it feels to cry,                                                            
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wonder why I am not home at night,                                                        
  ­                                                                 ­                                               
ask yourself a million times, why?                                                             ­ 
                                                                ­                                                
  keep getting up to look outside                                                          ­            
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You need to walk a mile in my shoes,                                                          
­                                                                 ­                                             
while my decisions cause you to lose                                                             ­ 
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Have your heart shatter like glass,                                                           ­       
                                                         ­                                                               
  get no answers, but continue to ask                                                              ­  
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Screamed at by me while your frustration rises,                                                
          ­                                                                 ­                                         
as I cover up truths with fake disguises,                                                       ­               
                                                 ­                                                               
  look at you boldly while I am lying                                                        
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This is what you have done to me,                                                    
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  this is the love that I have seen

You're cold & callous, a mega *****                                                            ­        
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and that's not even the half of it                                                               ­                                                
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hope you get what's coming to you                                                              ­                          
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but that is not for me to do                                                               ­             
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You'll hang yourself when you're through                                          
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and I don't feel sorry for you                                                              ­                  
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What you put out, you take back in                                                               ­   
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and you'll be punished for your sins                                                             ­           
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So, while you're laughing at my pain,                                                            ­    
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I take comfort in what I've gained,                                                    
                                                                ­                                              
some insight into your black heart                                                      
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and a front row seat to you falling apart                                                      
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Yes, I thought you were a friend                                                           ­         
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 but in time, my heart will mend                                                             ­               
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I'll put to use to what I've learned,                                                         ­     
                                                                ­                                                  
that some people want to watch you burn                                                             ­                           
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That smirk you have on your face,                                                    
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will be the first thing that gets erased,                                                          ­                                                                 ­   
whenever the Devil collects his due,                                              
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you will have hell to answer to

Somewhere deep inside of me,                                                            
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there's an insect squirming                                                        ­              
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waiting for an opportunity                                                      ­                            
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or a perfect morning                                                          ­                              
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It laid dormant for so long,                                                            ­              
                                                                ­                                                       
I thought it was dead                                                             ­                         
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but I was dead wrong,                                                           ­                         
                                                                ­                                                          
it chose to be hidden instead                                                          ­                
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I would get a glimpse of it                                                               ­                                                                 ­                              
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Somedays, I would cover it up                                                               ­   
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I tried to forget about it                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                            
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but it was never enough                                                           ­                   
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One day it just emerged,                                                         ­       
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quite by mistake                                                          ­                                                                                                                      ­                                               
right on the verge of its big break                                                    
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 It struggled inside of me,                                                              ­            
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I could feel it writhe                                                           ­                           
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It wanted to be free,                                                            ­                          
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I could sense it try                                                              ­                                
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What could this insect be?                                                              ­                
                                                                ­                                                      
It was a butterfly