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how can I stop this stubborn heart
from pumping blood to whats left of you in me
cant you see that Im growing weak
and your memorys a leech
the temperature of your voice
fires my fever to keep me from the cold
of losing you...Im losing you
but you look so beautiful in this hospital bed
of what we said would never end
and I know its pitiful but this medicine
says Ill never feel again
but Ill still monitor your heart rate
to calculate your health
even when its keeping me from sleeping
because its beating for someone else
well, if bitter is all I can be, Id rather not be at all