A Heart on the Outside.
I can not stop itit goes on and on
and over and over
again and again
My hate is on myself
You can't understand why I feel this...
This apathetic hell
Don't try to tell me
You'll just be wasting your own breath
Count for me my darling
You can't count on one hand
All the times I sat and stared into my soul
Cursing the feeling of myself being a Forsaken boy,
Taking, Making, a deep and empty hole.
Please try my dear
Hear me clear
This is my past and it is why I've brought you here
Let it sting and be a memory
Piercing your listening ears.
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