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Does your heart hurt?
Does your heart hurt?

Sing it loud and give a cry
beat your breast, ask yourself why
It doesn't matter;

You're alone
sitting in an empty room
checking a cellphone hopefully
facebook open on a window
still alone.

Does your heart hurt?
Does it hurt?

Is it tearing like the standard from some defeated army?
Is it falling like the always-dying moon?
Is it lit on so hot, like fire from a grassland when lightning strikes?

Sitting in an empty room
 Check the cellphone
check the internet
who the fuck cares?

Your lives dance for the eyes of your will,
and no one answers me when I'd beg for it.
I'd get on my knees to look into the eyes of a friend.
I'd scream in the streets to get into their car
I'd roll naked down a hill of thorns to hold their empty hands, hands they won't offer me tonight. 

I needed my friends,
and they don't need me.


Finley was so angry....








Nothing more to say.