A bulldozer charged straight through my heart,
Seeing my love suffering from addiction,
Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.
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I became attached, he was my counterpart,
One who struggles with an awful affliction,
A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.
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I learned to love and gave myself a fresh start,
I thought he had control of his condition,
Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.
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Had my happiest moments with my sweetheart,
But then the relapses created friction,
A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.
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Torture and agony, we were torn apart,
His weakness led to our destruction;
Like Basquiat, he was a damaged work of art.
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The anguish pierced me like a dart,
Now it was my turn for a prescription,
A bulldozer charged straight through my heart.
Like Basquiat, we were damaged works of art.
