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Broken hearts with divided parts scattered throughout my mind.<br />

How m<strong>an</strong>y times c<strong>an</strong> they wipe me out before I come back no more?<br />

C<strong>an</strong> they instill a will in me that is not mine?<br />

<strong>The</strong>y broke my heart <strong>to</strong>o m<strong>an</strong>y times <strong>an</strong>d divided all the parts, then scattered them<br />

through time. Some are good <strong>an</strong>d some are evil.<br />

How m<strong>an</strong>y times c<strong>an</strong> they split my mind?<br />

<strong>The</strong> lights, needles <strong>an</strong>d pain went on much longer th<strong>an</strong> we c<strong>an</strong> explain.<br />

Did these things happen, or is it what they w<strong>an</strong>ted me <strong>to</strong> believe?<br />

Does God exist or is it what I w<strong>an</strong>t <strong>to</strong> believe?<br />

Does the s<strong>to</strong>re house exist where the computer is?<br />

Are there computers in me that help split me?<br />

Scattered parts, broken hearts, where do I exist?<br />

Is there a castle built inside? If so, what person am I?<br />

Lights, needles, <strong>an</strong>d pain goes on <strong>to</strong>day, or is it lies that are made up in a mind split far<br />

<strong>to</strong>o m<strong>an</strong>y times.<br />

Broken hearts, divided minds, scattered throughout time.<br />

I don’t w<strong>an</strong>t <strong>to</strong> mislead you.<br />

Did the experiments work?<br />

And they split me <strong>to</strong>o m<strong>an</strong>y times?<br />

Lights, needles, <strong>an</strong>d pain.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y c<strong>an</strong> wipe me out if I try <strong>to</strong> explain. Butterflies, butterflies, lots <strong>an</strong>d lots of them. I<br />

lay down at nights with them.<br />

I wrap up in a bl<strong>an</strong>ket made of them. I hear their hum as they lead me <strong>to</strong> the lights,<br />

needles <strong>an</strong>d pain. <strong>The</strong> needles <strong>an</strong>d pain make it so I c<strong>an</strong> not think.<br />

I get so sleepy, but I c<strong>an</strong> not sleep.<br />

<strong>The</strong> pain races through my mind <strong>an</strong>d splits it one more time.<br />

I have forgotten more th<strong>an</strong> most will ever know.<br />

<strong>The</strong> computer will show how m<strong>an</strong>y times they c<strong>an</strong> split the mind, break the heart;<br />

divided minds scattered throughout time.<br />

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