The bitter wind stings my face.,
But my heart still hurts more.
It hurts from where you ripped it,
With your false love.
Love that never mattered to you.
I see you but my heart still throbs.
Throbs with your memories
Throbs, Throbs, Throbs
I still walk to where I
Need to be.
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