What do you do

When your heart’s cracked in two

And you’ve slipped to the end of your rope?

But with each passing day

The skies are more grey

And you’re slowly giving up hope?

You’re stuck in the dark

With a devilish mark

Helplessly trying to cope.

Your reflection is strange

And slightly deranged

Like a crack in the lens of a scope

Don’t worry my dear,

There’s no cause to fear

In spite of the pain of the trope

We’ll take out your brain

And wash it in rain

With love as the lye in our soap.

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