heart beat
My heart is dead
because it aint red
hurt and pain
I cant feel that
ive been called cold since
I dont feel that
did i choose to be this way
yes I did
if I let it get to me
how would I focus
soaring through horror
yes im scared
my heart aches but isnt it dead?
hear my tears drop
1 by 1
can you see what im going through
my heart cant be fixed
we tried all these tricks
the doctor took pics
and told me something related to physics
I am strong but weak
always unbalanced
my heart may be dead
but how am I still talking
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