Hello
It's hard to say hello
After you say goodbye
When the days are mellow
What's the point to even try
The chances I missed
All the times that we kissed
Everything we did I thought real
Nevermind then, for thou to not feel
Going once, going twice
Sold to the man in the suit
Where he takes all the hearts
And sells them for loot
I should've known better
But my heart tricked me
I'm nothing more than a tether
Alls left, is the pieces to see
Goes once, twice, more times
My heart is gone for good
For I have committed the crime
Of dying for what's real-
Love.
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