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..........Breaking my heart
You're always brilliant in the morning
You're smoking your cigarettes
And talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, you loved Mozart.
And you speak of your loved ones
as I clumsily strum my guitar.
Well excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else.
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.
And these foolish games are tearing me, tearing me, tearing me apart.
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.


11/05/2011 06:52:00 PM
Fayora Azael

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