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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