My heart
Look upon this heart
it's been broken, bashed,
torn, and trashed
but it still beats
still i live i do not
know why i still breath
my soul will not tell me why
my heart still breaks
why does my hear still beat
with this poison blood
is it for you i still live
for the hunt of blood
to cancel out the poison bleeding in me
still ever painful
I'm holding on tho the one thing that is keeping me alive
with passion and all we ever seem to do is make out
or make love
still this creacher is keeping me alive and i find something
to live for each day
hoping I'll see him once before my heart is broken
forever
it's been broken, bashed,
torn, and trashed
but it still beats
still i live i do not
know why i still breath
my soul will not tell me why
my heart still breaks
why does my hear still beat
with this poison blood
is it for you i still live
for the hunt of blood
to cancel out the poison bleeding in me
still ever painful
I'm holding on tho the one thing that is keeping me alive
with passion and all we ever seem to do is make out
or make love
still this creacher is keeping me alive and i find something
to live for each day
hoping I'll see him once before my heart is broken
forever
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