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My heart
The beauty hid deep within.
The ugly on the out.
All I want to do is scream and shout.
These walls I have built to keep you out.
I'm tired of the crying.
I'm tired of the pain.
Sometimes I just feel like I could go insane.
My heart has been broke into pieces.
It never seems to heal.
And sometimes I wonder,
If this is all real.
The walls you will never get through.
For they are so high.
And if you dare try to.
You will have to fly.
My heart is not a toy.
It is a living thing.
So keep all the bullshit behind.
That you are trying to bring.
I don't want or need it.
So just fucking leaving it.
I don't have time for your games.
So if that's you,you don't need my name.
Fuck all you players.
And your game.
The ugly on the out.
All I want to do is scream and shout.
These walls I have built to keep you out.
I'm tired of the crying.
I'm tired of the pain.
Sometimes I just feel like I could go insane.
My heart has been broke into pieces.
It never seems to heal.
And sometimes I wonder,
If this is all real.
The walls you will never get through.
For they are so high.
And if you dare try to.
You will have to fly.
My heart is not a toy.
It is a living thing.
So keep all the bullshit behind.
That you are trying to bring.
I don't want or need it.
So just fucking leaving it.
I don't have time for your games.
So if that's you,you don't need my name.
Fuck all you players.
And your game.
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