(Pulled out from the dusty depths of an old book)
The heart bleeds in despair,
It bleeds a silent prayer,
For the screaming to stop inside,
To push the pain aside.
Love was never meant to be,
A bullet shot, for its honesty,
Questions left unanswered, it wont suffice,
Without a reason for its sacrifice.
The heart bleeds, it bleeds in despair,
It bleeds a silent prayer,
For the screaming to stop inside,
To push the pain aside.
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