I've given to you
Something that I treasure
Something that I only give
To someone very precious
But again you toss it way
Like a garbage to a waste bin
Or a dirty stain on the white shirt
Left me again with a bleeding heart
Walking and wandering in the cold night
Searching alone for the healing comfort
Who should I blame?
How can I find the culprit?
Which path should I take
To cure this aching heart?
Let the rain wet my hair
Let the sun dry my skin
Let the winter freeze my eyes
But don't let this broken heart
To grow and infects the whole me
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