The Art of Detaching One's Heart

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Words roaming inside my chest
'Cause my fucked up head
Belongs to you
Lost in space we flew astray
I'll find my way
To get to you
I thought we were happy
I fell out of love
It's not like before
Hearts may change
But memories won't
You know I don't
I don't want to go
I thought we were happy
I fell out of love
It's not like before
May we meet once more
Was I dreaming of
The design of love
If we keep this up
Will we self destruct?
Was I dreaming of
The design of love
If we keep this up
Will we self destruct?
Was I dreaming of
The design of love
If we keep this up
Will we self destruct?