fragment
My heart bends not to reason alone
But also to fate.
And falters in the presence of a woman
I love to hate
And hate to love
Broken bits and pieces
Irreparable lest she mends her own heart
With every fragment she puts
In the wrong place
And the wrong place is my broken heart.
But also to fate.
And falters in the presence of a woman
I love to hate
And hate to love
Broken bits and pieces
Irreparable lest she mends her own heart
With every fragment she puts
In the wrong place
And the wrong place is my broken heart.
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