Take it all.
I don't want it anymore.
I just want to feel my heart shake,
out here on the dance floor.
It doesn't hurt me,
the things that you've said.
Even though they run around,
tiredless in my head.
I'm angry.
But I'm not broken.
I can take this.
It's not a problem.
You can hurt me,
but the pain isn't real.
I can't even ask you,
how you really feel.
But the heart,
is something I've afraid of...
when it starts,
and I've had enough.
So trade me in,
for your sweet plastic.
It seems sad, though.
Maybe even tragic.
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