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"Stages of a Broken Heart"

Much like the stages of death,
Denial, isolation are the first to rear their ugly heads.
Confined in your space and you can't believe,
That this is the way it's going to be,

All of this for nothing.
None of this is working,
All you did was hurt yourself,

** Masochism comes in all sizes.

Anger sets in steadily,
You feel it more the harder you breathe,
Try to place it on the other,
But it's not always what it seems.
Bargaining your way on through,
You hope the others still like you,
Or maybe they never even did,
Which brings us to the next event,
Depression crawls inside your head,
Plotting misery dangerously,
And then it's all ok...

You accept the fucking pain.

All of this for nothing,
None of this is working,
All you did was hurt yourself,

** Masochism comes in all sizes.

Come on everyone, let's dance to our misery.
Come on everyone, let's dance to our misery.
Come on everyone, let's dance to our misery,
That we've brought unto ourselves.

All of this for nothing,
None of this is working,
All you did was hurt yourself,

** Masochism comes in all sizes.



All you did was hurt yourself...

© 2006 Michael Barnes