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There's a heartbreak hotel in each one of us, Where people come and go.
It has walls with fist-shaped holes, And on the tables half empty wine bottles. There are songs still playing in empty rooms And half melted candles, The flame dying slowly. There are clothes on the floor, The leftovers of shared intimacy. And the air smells like gun powder, From all the words that were fired like bullets Aimed not to wound but kill.
On the phones, There's the aftermath of hurried goodbyes And ones that never came.
A phone that never rings Someone that forever waits.
There are framed photos on the walls To remember what used to be. For people come here as lovers And leave as broken strangers With their insides torn And In pieces Their mind and heart dwelling Thinking what if things went differently, Feeling too many things at once.
I know, Because I've been there. waiting for a boy. He was in this room, I kept knocking on his door for days. I should've known he wasn't alone, That he found somebody else To fix his heart. But i didn't.
Therefore, when the door cracked open so did my heart.
