Your call has been automatically forwarded
Your confession stays untold

Your love is now to be kept inside
Your broken heart grows cold

Your mind is whirring like pinwheels on a summer breeze
You wonder if she was busy
Your voice inside says, "Fool! You know this won't come with ease!"

Your hope flutters up, with a voice of melody,
"This will all soon turn around, just you wait and see"

But which to trust, your heart or your head--
Which one will keep you alive, and which will want you dead?

You chose heart, ready to take the fall
You pressed the green button marked Call

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