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Okay
There's no blood left
In this heart that's broken
It spilled out from pain
Because of the decisions I've chosen
I've tried to be nice
And to always be there
But I guess it don't matter
When there's no one to care
No matter what I do
Its never enough
I tell myself it'll be fine
But even my reflection sees
right through my bluff
So I stitch up my heart
Enough to make it through
another day
And keep going on
Pretending I'm okay
Written for my cousin
In this heart that's broken
It spilled out from pain
Because of the decisions I've chosen
I've tried to be nice
And to always be there
But I guess it don't matter
When there's no one to care
No matter what I do
Its never enough
I tell myself it'll be fine
But even my reflection sees
right through my bluff
So I stitch up my heart
Enough to make it through
another day
And keep going on
Pretending I'm okay
Written for my cousin
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