I am incomplete,
as incomplete as last night's meal
I didn't eat,
as incomplete as a leaf without a tree
Like my heart has been ripped out of me
I'm incomplete
You don't want love from someone like me
I don't count
Ignore all the words that escape my mouth
Like a fly in a hurricane
You shut me out
I loved you then
I love you now
Silly me
I don't count
I am incomplete,
as incomplete as last nights meal
I didn't eat,
as incomplete as a leaf without a tree
Like my heart has been ripped out of me
I'm incomplete
You don't want love from someone like me
I don't count
Ignore all the words that escape my mouth
Like a fly in a hurricane
You shut me out
I loved you then
I love you now
Silly me
I don't count
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Frankie Martinelli
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