Oh My,
pauvre coeur.
she had a poor heart.
but she was smart,
to smell a dart
aiming for her heart.
we would make a chart
for what we loved about each other.
and it wouldn't bother
me that she would say
i was cruel
and I was decided I was a fool
to think i would keep her pauvre coeur
beating.
While she was needing the true love
she deserved
I was bleeding for the true
meaning of love
It was simple:
because I could no longer
see her dimples.
she wasn't happy.
And for the past year,
all I wanted was
to see happiness
...the way my mother
use to feed me with her dimples
and she said it was simple...
that she'd always love me,
above and beyond...but there was a catch
for her infinite love:
"you shall never become...your father."
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...and you see, that's what i'll
always be; in her eyes.
That i'll never rise
so, you see, that kind of love
dies.
When I first met you
i knew i'd gun for your heart,
when really, i should of gunned
for mine a long
time ago.
Oh my pauvre coeur.
I've must of mistaken you...
for me.
