Slave to the Idea of You

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Do they know they're the love of your life
I was asked is the dreary rain
What do you even say to that? The only right answer hurts
No, they don't

Then they're not the love of your life
How dare you say that to me
If they were the life of your life they would've known by now
What do you mean by that

You're not broken
You're just damaged
You know your worth
You know your head

If your heart wanted to be with them
It would've reached out to touch by now
You only love the idea of what they could give
Not what they have to offer

The rain poured harder
The music turned up
The blood stained thicker
And I knew in my soul they were right

I'm a slave to the idea
Not to the reality

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