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[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left