my black and lonely heart
left alone to its demise
broken and beaten
is there any surprise
that everyone morning i wake
all i want to do is die
everyday is the same
why should i even try
when everything i ever loved
i had lost long ago
but i will never forget
what ive always known
all those old warm feelings
which made me happy once
now tear me to pieces
as i watch the fires dance
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