A bleeding heart gets too sleep tonight
shattered and destroyed, you'd think it'll never heal
Patching it back together slowly it fixes, it seals
but I always found ways to mess it up again
my heart came to resent me and my abusing ways
and along a few days of destroying what heart i had left
It escaped through my chest, and finally my heart got to rest
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It seems as though this heart has departed for places unknown. Where oh where has her little heart gone. What is its resting place and can it be aroused again. GW62