Too many times they had said
Lies that haunted the inside of my head
Now my heart is dead
They keep each of the pieces inside a separate jar
As if they are too much of a prize to throw away
Simply keeping them behind bars
So that love will never come my way
Who would have thought the gentle turned out to be rough
Watch out for what they say
For it leads to the only thing they want
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