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It's What's On The Inside That Matters
I can touch your eyes
your guts
your lies
but never your heart,
through the blood and gore
I haven't found one
and oh how I have looked
chop,
chop,
chop,
and still nothing
no beat
no valves
no fucking heart
I knew it all along
I swear I did
all I have
is a bloody mess,
and no fucking garbage bags,
what's a broken girl to do?
buck the fuck up and move the fuck on
that's what.......
no heart lived
nor breathed
it wasn't a man
it was a disease
think of me like the CDC,
killing germs.
your guts
your lies
but never your heart,
through the blood and gore
I haven't found one
and oh how I have looked
chop,
chop,
chop,
and still nothing
no beat
no valves
no fucking heart
I knew it all along
I swear I did
all I have
is a bloody mess,
and no fucking garbage bags,
what's a broken girl to do?
buck the fuck up and move the fuck on
that's what.......
no heart lived
nor breathed
it wasn't a man
it was a disease
think of me like the CDC,
killing germs.
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