See, look, feel, touch.
Broken & just not enough.
Wound up & I hate to love,
Your fumes are a drug.
Push me out of your way,
You've got cards to play.
Tell me I'm okay,
I think I'm insane,
Just for today,
I'll say that missing piece is where it should be. Don't look at me.
Look what I've done.
Put down the gun,
take the knife,
And let's play. Let me go.
Pieces of a puzzle lost,
Down below,
I'm on my own.
In a trance,
Our last dance.
If this is the cost,
Keep your heart crossed.
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