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Doubtful Art
My heart is broken into pieces
There's no voice just the tears
Flowing like a stream of river
Until the vision becomes so blur
Stabbing me and you're enjoying
Laughing so hard seeing I'm hurting
The pleasure you seek and it's entertaining
My heart is your toy and it's for playing
My mistake is your defense
To shove me into silence
It's tearing down my confidence
Wonder have you ever appreciated my existence
I'm so tired with your accusation
And all of your humiliations
Judging all of my actions
I think it's time for me to make a decision
I'm walking away from our story
Killing one of the main character and that is me
Because you have loved me doubtfully
But you will be missed dearly
There's no voice just the tears
Flowing like a stream of river
Until the vision becomes so blur
Stabbing me and you're enjoying
Laughing so hard seeing I'm hurting
The pleasure you seek and it's entertaining
My heart is your toy and it's for playing
My mistake is your defense
To shove me into silence
It's tearing down my confidence
Wonder have you ever appreciated my existence
I'm so tired with your accusation
And all of your humiliations
Judging all of my actions
I think it's time for me to make a decision
I'm walking away from our story
Killing one of the main character and that is me
Because you have loved me doubtfully
But you will be missed dearly
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