Heads And Hearts

Heads And Hearts ballad

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Come with me and let’s play a game-
flip a coin heads or hearts in an affair!
Can it be that you simply don’t care-
about a fool who’s taken your dare?
Surely my smile wasn’t hard to conceal-
if you knew how to be real!
Some say my attitude is to blame;
Can it be,even love is a faire?
You played empathy with maim-
leaving my heart to blare!
d*mn why does it have to be an ordeal-
to say what you mean without having to keel!
Come walk with me and let’s promise not to frame-
our friendship for control, it’s totally unfair!
Can’t you tear down walls that have been holding you there?
I’d hate to see you a thief coming to steal!
As my days burn to ashes love is ever more rare-
reminding me that my heart can not be tame!
I wish there was a way to rekindle its flare-
cause now my heart fears all who know the game!
Love coined with growth is surreal-
even though life without it is just another nightmare!

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