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He took my heart he made me fly 
Then he  shoot me right out of the sky
He took my heart he made me swim
to the bottom of the ocean and back again 
He threw the line
 I took the bait 
He drew me in now I’m a lying on a plate 
 
“I’ll always be there” in a way he said…
Then he left me for  “fill in the blank”.
Now I’m picking up the pieces and hoping
How do I fix something that was already broken?
 
Somebody asked me if I knew him
I just smiled and said once upon a time 
Now all I can do is move on with my day
 Holding back tears acting ok.
I  lost myself  to please everyone else
Don’t tell me I've changed
 When he  gave me the knife
Don’t say I've cut him off
All I did was stop living his life.
“I’ll always be there” in a way he said…
Then he left me for  “fill in the blank”.
Now I’m picking up the pieces and hoping
How do I fix something that was already broken?
 
 He’s the  enemy of my crazy world  
He  rob’s  me of my peace
 While I stand here empty hands
Because I feel so  incomplete 
Since things aren't what he  want’s  to see 
He’s only seeing part of me
There's so much more of me 
Then he’ll ever see
 
“I’ll always be there” in a way he said…
Then he left me for  “fill in the blank”.
Now I’m picking up the pieces and hoping
How do I fix something that was already broken?
 
If I  love him
I’ll  set them free
If comes  back he's mine to keep
If he doesn't  he never was
So in the end my  
Safe haven is often the place
 Where you will find my deepest heartache
 
“I’ll always be there” in a way he said…
Then he left me for  “fill in the blank”.
But I’m picking up the pieces knowing
 I’ll never fix something that was already broken.
 
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