Love is Lonely

Never on the Same Frequency

Never on the Same Frequency
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My heart in pieces thinks alone

And to strange tendencies is it prone

It thinks of fear, it thinks of you

It thinks of things I know are true

My heart as a whole it thinks as one

When a new day has begun

Working together with my mind

Is an unusual sight to find

I know to trust what my heart has to say

What else is there to trust anyway?

Mind and heart are never together

Frequencies never shared, whatever.