Ceramic Heart
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I have you but she has you
In the palm of her hand
And you feel her games like you feel her love
And her lies like her deception;
She is a string you will not cut,
The vein that runs through you
And it seems my love cannot add up to the past she has with you.
I cannot persuade a silent ear
To hear my deafened cry
I am fighting a battle that was won before I even arrived.
Falling through the emotions of love and indifference
Hours spent seeking out your youth,
Sentimental me, I require more than maybe,
Sentimental me, I require more than truth.
Never thought you could be the source of my pain
If I stay around, what do I gain?
A heart
A hope
A lifetime of make believe
That maybe you can't love her like you love me;
I feel as if I am in a prison, your love, my only sentence.