I just want to tell you one last time that you’re the best,
But I feel as though my heart was just laid at rest.
The pieces of what once was, are scattered on the floor
With the memories of sorrow from when you walked out the door.
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Where does my sweet Saint, Valentine, lay so idle?
Has Aphrodite become preoccupied with her own scandal?
Did Cupid’s arrow miss his mark, or think that his work was complete?
Unconscious I know, my heart will never be able to beat.
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I’ve always complained about the things I don’t know.
Until I ran into a man who said that he had no soul.
Now he wanders, aimlessly, going to and fro.
Living with remorse for the fact of that there was only a hole.
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Now we must part, for the kindling warmth no longer sparks,
At least for half of a whole, or at least it just seems.
But one body cannot move if half doesn’t respond, which I remark.
But, with my arms, always open, you’ll find me, as I keep you in my dreams.
