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The doctor took an x-ray and he found my heart was broken

I knew he saw my misery before I’d even spoken,

He based his diagnosis on the residue on my cheeks

The staining from the tears that have been building up for weeks

He wrote out a prescription, but the cure’s not in a pill,

I’d had them all before and I knew I was not ill,

But now I’ve hit rock bottom and I don’t know what to do,

I can’t have the cure I need because I can’t have you

And though I had denied it a thousand times the prior,

I can’t ignore it anymore, my situation’s dire,

I cant resist this drug i have and now it needs to go,

Must take control of my own health and my own feelings so,

Lets say goodbye, admit defeat, and bow out of this game

You’ve been free of me so long now, so let me be the same

Terri