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by Karyn Indursky

He ripped me a new hole
in my heart
where the love used to flow.
He ripped me a new heart
when love used to grow
he ripped me internal tears
when I used to smile.
He ripped me internal tears
where I used to laugh.
He ripped me hopelessness
when I used to have faith.
He ripped me hopelessness
when I used to have dreams.
He ripped me new pain
when I used to feel none.
He ripped me new pain
when I used to shine.
He ripped me many things,
none of which are good,
because he had to be a cheat.