Of all the hearts
I've loved before,
I've fallen deep,
I've left 'em
high and dry,
and been a creep.
I've settled down,
and disappeard,
I've run away
a hundred times,
from love I feared
l've acted cool,
but then
my hot head...
got the best of me again,
I'd run instead.
I've played the game,
I've often won
The second he
draws a sword
I pull a gun
I won't be fooled
I know the lies
I can see 'em
creeping 'round
behind their eyes
I've broken hearts,
I've broken dreams,
I've pulled the
stitches out
and kept the seams
And of all
the hearts I've broken,
I'd pretend that
they were
some sacred token
I'm sorry
for the pains
the useless agrravating
strains
But of all
the hearts I've broken
And slipped out
like a ghost
I regret
my own
the most.
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