Holes
The more holes in the ground
The more holes in my heart
A hole that won't heal
A hole I can feel
You took a piece of my soul
I can't take it anymore
I try to numb the pain
But it always comes back the same
The same burn, the same ache, it's always there
Haunting me, Taunting me because I know you're not there
You are not there when I fall
Or even when I call
You've stabbed a hole in my heart
And no one can ever make it right
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