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When you were locked up in your room aloneneglecting even just to touch the phone,salty tears rolling down your cheekslike they had done any times before,did you fear that every time you speakwould be the very final word that creepsbetween your teeth and off your tongue beforeyou collapse from a broken heart?I've gone half crazy worried about you, about you...My left eye's gone lazy worried about you,Every morning you were petrifiedthat nobody could ever pacifythe sinking feeling that you had deep downthat kept your heart on hold?My shoulder was an easy place to hide,but I didn't mind because I could pass the timecounting the thousand little lies you keptinside of your broken heart.I've gone half crazy worried about you, about you...My left eye's gone lazy worried about you, about you...Every word you say is self-directedand I think that that is tragic.Letras de cancionesAnd every time you open up you mouth to speakit's self referenced, and that's tragic.You don't have to see the world to know it's true, you don't have to see the world to know that it keeps turning. I've gone half crazy worried about you, about you... From Letras Mania