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Classic Heart-Breaking Bitches

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Well, you started off 
You were flying in the air, 
Drunk without a care, 
On the love of somebody out there 

And your heart did pound 
Every time you'd hear the sound 
Of your true love queened and crowned
And the flowers were smelling like heaven 

There were walks in the park, 
There were kisses in the dark,
And proverbial sparks 
That always precede failure 

And your heart did fly 
And your soul was telling lies 
And you never asked why, 
This couldn't all last 

Forever 

And there were 
Granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches 
And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say 
That you don't ever want to be in love 
Again.

There were days in the sand. 
We just kissed and held hands, 
Dreamed utopic foreign lands 
Where we'd live together 
Forever 

And time was a blur, 
Punctuated with a stir, 
It was always cause of her, 
And always was never enough 

You started thinking about 
All the times you've spent without, 
It begets a seed of doubt, 
In the clockwork peach in your soul 

And your memories bleed 
And your pulse is gaining speed. 
All these thoughts are a disease 
And poetry's one of the flesh

And there were 
Granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches 
And a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say 
That you don't ever want to be in love 
Again.

Now the world seems strange. 
All your thoughts are rearranged 
And you're feeling quite estranged --
Oh, I hate remembering vacation.

Now you're distorting pictures 
And dislodging fixtures, 
And creating mixtures of truth 
And reality 

And your heart's palpitating 
As your world's disintegrating, 
You begin to start hating 
The things that make life 

Life.

But every time you dream of better, 
All you end up getting is worse 
And the ability to truly see the changes in your life could be the ultimate encompassing curse
But intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy 
So here it is: the silvery verse that I must sing 

That there are prom night dresses 
And fairytale princesses 
And a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins… 

Love's the...