Broken Compass

There’s just something about me

You can’t quite point it out

It makes you want to hate me

Makes you want to shout

I doubt you’ll ever know exactly why this is

Or why I had to choose you

From out blue, it seems

I don’t even know why

I’m like a broken compass

Useless little trinket, sentimental loveless

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