What is emotion...?
Why does it effect me with you...?
Why can't we cut out our hearts like Davy Jones...?
I can't deal with this pain...
This love is hurting me...
My heart aches, and moans like a creaking door, everyday, every second...
My love is between my heart and head...
I just need one wish, one chance...
I wish I could take emotion, and put it in a box...
A box no one, but you, would ever find...
I wouldn't feel pain, hurt, or sadness...
I'd cut out the middle.
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