Searching for the right face
For so long I’ve been running
That I’ve lost my trace
All those exquisite vultures I passed by
Whatever they did say
Or if they just wanted to try
They should have never crossed my way
They have exscinded my heart
They have scattered and ripped it apart
For a broken-hearted there’s no fate
Only a crumbling dream
Patched with hate
Going hopeless with the stream
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