Needles, Scalpels, and other forms of Love

I don't think you'll ever be mine
The scars run too deeply this time
And there's no doctor who can fix this
We musnt go in too close to the heart
Many have tried, it could tear her apart
But I can't believe she's a lost cause
She's not dead yet, I'm going in anyway
Shake your heads all you want
We have a different opinion today
Be careful of the main artery!
Sweat dripping, hands shaking
I'm close, I gotta be
This isn't a wound to be operated on they cry
Ignoring their rants as time ticks by
I think we're making progress
Emergency, everything's spiking,
Now everything's dropping
He's losing the girl
Frantic and screaming, help me revive her
The others shake their heads, she's gone for sure
Flatline
Keep trying
Flatline
Keep trying
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