My heart still thinks that it belongs to you. I can feel it.. searching for it's owner.
I'm not sure how to break the news, shall I cook her some pasta and fill her with booze?
My heart still wants to stick by you... fighting the fight, like she's got so much to prove.
My poor sideways heart hasn't got a clue, that she was traded in for something new.
My brain tries to tell her, to warn her, prepare her... but she just stays put, beating only for you.
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