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I won't let my heart be broken again
It could happen anyway
I'm not going to stop flying because
A little rain is pouring down
I won't let my body and mind fail like
They did once before
I'm too young to stop riding trains,
Driving fast cars
And snapping photos of anything weird.

And if my chest ever cracks in two
The little voice in my head says cuckoo
I'll simply soldier on, as though
A simple soldering iron lay on my arm
And I purposely paid no attention
It may not be the easiest way to go,
But it will feel real until the end
With no ropes or tubes or meds.