Say When

I cut my heart from my sleeve and tore your soul from your chest to spare us of the heartache

Because while we desire each other, we don’t deserve each other

And to keep up the charade of plastic smiles and faulty dreams for heigntened splendor of the chemistry made between the sheets

Births an idiocracy not even we could sustain

No matter how mad the love and we are

Madly in love,

Crazy even,but everybody knows

Two crazies make too much chaos

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