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7 Pounds


At half past midnight, I was pronounced dead my body lay in a pool of blood And I'd explain it if I could But all that can be said is: I tried to love you, the best way I knew how I tried to give you everything You said you wanted my heart, right??? Well, here...take it, it's yours... I broke open my chest...tore myself to shreds to give you what you said you needed You see baby, I told you I was prepared to bleed I was willing to breathe for you So take these lungs, Squeeze the very last bits of oxygen from me Shhh, it's ok...empty me You said you needed me to see you Take these eyes... I need you to what you looked like to me how your beauty I perceived You needed me to stand strong for you I'll remove these bones if that's what you want Old love, and girls you said never appreciated you poisoned your body with hate Let these kidneys purify you...I'll take it all away This is what I can give you... I'm all yours...donations to finally make you happy Hopefully now you know...now you can fully understand how deeply I loved you Let my hands drip bloody for you The trail of my love splattered on the floor Is this the MORE that you were looking for???
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