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Our hearts are so twisted, entangled, entwined.

This wicked game pitches my heart against my mind.

I want to believe you and let down my wall,

But I've been broken so long I'm afraid of the fall.

To touch you would tempt me to let down my guard,

But with so much pain to build it, breaking it's hard.

So I look out through the bars of this prison I've made,

And wish upon wishes that you hadn't played,

Because this wicked game is made to tear us apart,

And believe me baby, it begins with the heart.