How can a heart rip into little pieces
How does the body carry on
What is making me tick,
Though the countdown's over
I should've blown up and been gone
What is making me carry on
In all three directions
From which edge will I fall
Which corner will cut my heart out
And leave it laying there
In the middle of a triangle
How can a mind split into little pieces
How does it's passion up and die
What is making me click,
Though my mind is foggy
My brain should be fried
What is making me carry on
In all three directions
From which edge will I fall
Which corner will cut my heart out
And leave me laying there
In the middle of a triangle
Author notes
1/2/08 what I have VS what I could have VS what I want
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