Falling deep into the realm of love
Is not what it used to be
Before you feel yourself falling
Run for the hills.
Set yourself free
The bonds only tie like a knot
Tighter around your heart
Blood has been spilled
There's nothing left to save
From this useless 'piece of art'
The longer it stays;
The longer it sways
Throwing you overboard
Drowning in the sea
Becoming a victim, to it's deceitful ways
The hurt becomes agonizing,
Right under it's grip
A restraint to the soul,
A hindrance to the self
And an extremely painful slip.
From the heavens above
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