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I was just nineteen years old When I cut myself in two The boy I wanted them to see And the boy they never knew Hid my hollow bones away I've been hiding ever since Yes, you may see the odd smile But only ever a glimpse But my heart was never broken It was born in several pieces And with every passing year The size of the segments decreases I was just nineteen years old When I died for the first time I did not cope so well With leaving my childhood behind I didn't want to face up To these wretched bent back blues But will I give in to the struggle? No, with respect I refuse See my grandfather gave me The stubborn heart o

I have met some girls, a few in particular, in my past who have had what you would consider to be strange habits. Like, a blonde who kept me warm and always smoked but hardly ate. I guess her stomach was always filled to burst with smoke, so there was no place for food or much else. She was always so funny and so easy to talk to that it was hard not to like her. It was like staring into a fire. When she and I both died for someone else, it was okay and I left without any tears (they had burned up). But I didn't have to search long; I trip and spark like any other hopeful loner. This one stood on glowing coals, push