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My view at the end of it Karen
Hearts are soft, wet and warn
They hold the key to life's lock
Hearts are meant to beat to a time
Their rhythm is our clock
Hearts feel pain from relationship
Avoid them to stay healthy?
Hearts exist by life's blood
Relationships oh so stealthy
Our hands drip red with the damage we did
To each their own self be true
I am sorry for the hole in my chest,
Its size that of your hand
and that you choose him too
For the pain of your void is still easily felt
and our hearts are still expose
The fragile things these hearts they are
But more when wrong choice choose
I am sorry, this isn't easy for me
My heart not cold and dark
Betrayal, pain, to laugh again
Seems so like a lost art
Even when, dope filled, racing
Trying to erase pain
I know to write and dream of you
It's practice of the insane
Looking for some even keel
To right in waves of life
Want the pain to go away
Cut it out with a knife
It matters not, your already bought, the cost of a car for you love,...
I can't go back, i can't go forward, the cost of loving you I can't afford
To broke to be your sugar daddy
I guess youll be his whore
They hold the key to life's lock
Hearts are meant to beat to a time
Their rhythm is our clock
Hearts feel pain from relationship
Avoid them to stay healthy?
Hearts exist by life's blood
Relationships oh so stealthy
Our hands drip red with the damage we did
To each their own self be true
I am sorry for the hole in my chest,
Its size that of your hand
and that you choose him too
For the pain of your void is still easily felt
and our hearts are still expose
The fragile things these hearts they are
But more when wrong choice choose
I am sorry, this isn't easy for me
My heart not cold and dark
Betrayal, pain, to laugh again
Seems so like a lost art
Even when, dope filled, racing
Trying to erase pain
I know to write and dream of you
It's practice of the insane
Looking for some even keel
To right in waves of life
Want the pain to go away
Cut it out with a knife
It matters not, your already bought, the cost of a car for you love,...
I can't go back, i can't go forward, the cost of loving you I can't afford
To broke to be your sugar daddy
I guess youll be his whore
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