Heart
As the tears run down my face,
I'm thinking of that horrid place.
The place where everything near and wide,
took my soul and made me hide.
I tried to forget and lock it away,
But it creeps back everyday.
I hurt myself to kill the pain,
But all I do is done in vain.
The thing in my chest hurts all day,
please cut it out, throw it away.
Make it stop and turn to dust,
For only you, for you I trust.
I'll rip it out and stab it twice,
Twice is good, it would suffice.
Would you do it, do it for me?
If I begged and begged and plead?
I'm thinking of that horrid place.
The place where everything near and wide,
took my soul and made me hide.
I tried to forget and lock it away,
But it creeps back everyday.
I hurt myself to kill the pain,
But all I do is done in vain.
The thing in my chest hurts all day,
please cut it out, throw it away.
Make it stop and turn to dust,
For only you, for you I trust.
I'll rip it out and stab it twice,
Twice is good, it would suffice.
Would you do it, do it for me?
If I begged and begged and plead?
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