A Heart To Trace
Strike a pose for all it's worth
Slice the papers as I fall from grace
Rip my innocent wings for all it's worth
As I stand on these rooftops
Holding my heart in hand
... For all it's worth
My tears are falling black and blue
As you stand breaking my heart without meaning
I discover the colors of you
My eyes of innocence broken
By empty lies you say
My heart frayed and torn
I once embraced, patience worn
I now see the colors of you
Aim the spot light for all it's worth
The shows starting that's your cue
Taint my naive mind for all it's worth
As I stand on these rooftops
Holding my heart in hand
Regretting this love
...For all its worth
Heres red cardboard and a heart to trace
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