They say that a heart is all but dead,
But when the one you love is gone the heart is all but alive,
The heart will never strive it will drive straight through the feeling,
The heart always gets in the way,
Unless you put it under lock and key,
For no one but you to see,
So that no one can steel,
That you wont feel,
The pain, The guilt, The hate,
So fate can't take it away. twisted
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