Why is it
Why is it always my heart
That has to pay the price
Just because it wants love
It wants to live in paradise
Why is it always my head
That gets filled with confusion
I keep thinking it’s love
When once more it’s an illusion
Why is it always my mind
That has dreams of the future
Only to be awakened by
The day that I lose her
Why is it always my love
That gets bruised and battered
I am always picking up pieces
Of a heart that’s been shattered
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