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My Broken Heart


I look in the mirror I wipe it to see a little clearer As if somehow I'll see a different me As if somehow I'll see someone I'm happy to be Why can't I fix my broken heart Why did it have to be bitter look a sour tart My heart is torn Like clothes all used and with My heart is shattered Like a rug all beaten and tattered My heart is broken Like an old chipped token There is nothing left It's as if someone has committed theft It's all because of she All happy with glee She took what I had And left me here sad My heart can't bear it More in stuck feeling like shit
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