Is this how it's going to be
Is this how it's going to end
Am I really going to be left here
Bleeding in the sand
I really don't understand
And I can't begin to comprehend
Why you came up to me
Just stood there to stand
Then you reached your arm out
Reached out towards my chest
Got a hold of what you wanted
And ripped my heart out my chest
So now I lay there bleeding
Lying on the ground
Looking up as you walk away
With my heart's blood dripping down
So I lift my head up
To watch the final scene
The place where my heart
Would have been seen
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