i ll be the fruit you be the vine just chase these demons into swine as broken hearts design our broken bones it s not like me to be unkind just no surprise if love is blind still it s nobody s problem nobody s problem it s nobody s problem but my own i d gladly clap my hands and sing of heartbreak s bold poetic sting though hope s a thing so easily outgrown don t waste the joy she tries to bring on jesters more much less on kings still it s nobody s problem nobody s problem it s nobody s problem but my own if time could wipe away the stain i d shuffle off these mortal chains they saved me pain but sent me on my own to live is death to love is pain resolved as thus a losing game still it s nobody s problem it s nobody s problem nobody s problem it s nobody s problem but my own
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