I always ask why,
Especialy when i cry.
Yes i am aware,
That you dont even care.
i try and live my life,
but in my heart I have a knife.
Drip drip,
my heart you rip
blood stains on the ground,
true love i thought i found.
Apperently not,
i remember i fought
for this.
your kiss so bliss.
you look so pure
i wish there was a cure
for my broken heart...
i just dont wanna believe we fell apart.
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