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Take a photograph of yourself I saw the way that you up and left Didn't catch me that off guard I saw the way you like to play So I'll up my guard I needed time myself to realize Why did I not see the flags Broken hearted take me back You say you hate me Well that's too bad You're on your own now I was so naive that I would go round The universe and back I can believe I was attached To a monster No higher Then number five on the roster The clock spurs Through numbers Stare at the wall till I'm tired You ripped inside of me Why can't I get you off my head You took a part of me Not too much time before I'm dead You ripped inside of me Why can't I get you off my head You took a part of me Not too much time before I'm dead I tried to hold on To what's real Got bloody clothes on what's my deal I tried to hold on To what's real Got bloody clothes on what's my deal You ripped inside of me Why can't I get you off my head You took a part of me Not too much time before I'm dead You ripped inside of me Why can't I get you off my head You took a part of me Not too much time before I'm dead You ripped inside of me Why can't I get you off my head You took a part of me Not too much time before I'm dead