heart locked up in a cage
no companies allowed, no love to be let in
hammers, knives, guns, all kinds of weapons
to make you leave
desapir and never come back
its a trap for you to come near, to only leave you
feeling sad to not get what you want
who did this, who created such pain in a beating lonely heart?
maybe the owner did it
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