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To You
You broke my heart,
you crushed my hope,
yet you ask if I'm okay,
I dare reply and tell a lie ,
I'm fine is what I usually say,
It seems to me your guilty,
It seems to you I'm sad,
What's the point in asking when you know I'm mad,
You act as if we're friends,
Even though we're not,
I act as if I'm happy,
Even when I'm not
Since the begginning I knew this all was to good to be true,
And when I try to forget,
Your memory haunts me yet,
I'm dead inside atleast ,
The pain will pass right through,
Through my hand to,
My blade,
Through my blood,
To you
you crushed my hope,
yet you ask if I'm okay,
I dare reply and tell a lie ,
I'm fine is what I usually say,
It seems to me your guilty,
It seems to you I'm sad,
What's the point in asking when you know I'm mad,
You act as if we're friends,
Even though we're not,
I act as if I'm happy,
Even when I'm not
Since the begginning I knew this all was to good to be true,
And when I try to forget,
Your memory haunts me yet,
I'm dead inside atleast ,
The pain will pass right through,
Through my hand to,
My blade,
Through my blood,
To you
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