You know, I think about us and how we could be.
But I'm waiting around like it's my duty
When all it is is soaking in:
That I could be mistaken, and there was really nothin'
So pretty boy, what will it be?
Could it be that you'll forsake me?
Has it been that you already have, and I'm stuck here to get over another jab?!
How is it that I always hurt when it shouldn't count?
I named those keys when I was young -
The name of Chopin, I doubted anyone
Would walk in my life
With a permanent tattoo
With the potential of one
Who could heal that large bruise
So if you're the one that needs me a muse
It's appropriate you heal my heart too.
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