Crime Scene

I return to the scene of the crime

Where foolishly I thought you were mine

You stole my heart, or rather, I surrendered it to you easily

Wish I knew how to take it back for me

Blame it on your James Dean looks and intoxicating pheromones

Restlessly waiting for your love, I became a rolling stone

Slowly, slowly I accepted the reality that you would never be mine

Now I see that it was all for the best

I grew tired of singing the heartbreak blues

Frozen in time, you were a perfect statue

I see the blood on my hands, and realize it is mine

I broke my own heart, and I healed it

Thank you for the role you played on my sacred healing journey

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