The heart can take many hits,
Yet it is known to not throw many fits.
It aches in sadness for a love lost.
It doesn't ask for anything, not even a cost.
Half the time, I wonder why
I wonder why I happen to be so shy.
Sadly, I know the answer.
It spreads like a thing of ******** cancer.
It's the blood inside of me
Telling me to be
That of a shy little girl, among the wild beasts
That surely will have a couple of feasts.
They will surely feast upon me,
Tearing me apart from the inside out to see
That my heart has been in disrepair.
To me, is it really fair?
My heart has been broken many times before.
How many times was it, four?
With each break, I've lost a piece of myself.
Slowly, one by one, I've lost pieces that are essential to oneself.
My heart can and will ache
With all that is fake
Between the two of us.
Every night, there's nothing but a curse and a cuss.
Will we ever happen to get over this?
For some reason, I get lost in your kiss
And I don't happen to worry about things.
What is the worst of all... is all the cursings.
In the end, I see only pain.
I worry that you'll just raise Cain.
Maybe I should end it first,
And quench this thirst.
So when you ask me what I'll do,
I won't answer you just too soon.
I'll look up to the sky,
And say that I love you and goodbye.
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