Heartbreak aches, You, more than anyone, knows that.
Heartbreak eats away at your soul, Don't you remember?
Heartbreak stings, Like a bee, or a wasp, Or that sense of desire, Or like being lost.
Heartbreak sings, In an outdated style, It reminds you of old, It reminds you of dying
or being alone.
I thought you'd recall because it never dies. This feeling belongs, This feeling is all.
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