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I hope that one day I will find love,
Love that will always last and not fall apart,
But feelings of hurt I can't get rid of,
It seems I am always doomed from the start.

Must I always be broken and shattered,
Always forgotten about or become lost?
When will your broken promises matter?
Or will my death be a very little cost?

I don't know what to do anymore.
No longer have I the will to go on.
The cold has always made me soar.
Because it has never left or gone.

Forever it will be my only friend.
Forever it will be there to hear my sighs.
Forever it will be there in the end.
Forever it will be there to hear my goodbyes.