Your heart, like stainless steel,
Cuts into me like a knife,
To leave my bleeding heart...unattended, dying...
The phone doesn't ring...it's you...
The mail doesn't come...it's you...
The pain never stops...it's me...
Day after unending day, I die,
With no one there to save me,
Nothing can stop it,
No one cares...
The pain of watching my love flow out of me,
Onto the cold ground,
Is torture to my lonesome soul,
When..., Oh when will my dying end...........
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