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My(Your) Disease

Shards of this heart
Are labeled with care
Hung on the wall gently
To show I've been there

Because you don't matter
To me anymore
And I've got something to live for
That doesn't leave me crawling on the floor

Does anyone matter
To you at all?
You just go around letting
Them fall down around you

I remember our last kiss
I knew it was goodbye
You didn't realize
And at that moment I wanted to die

In your arms
Just cease to live
So that you could see
In me, the disease

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