Love is broken
For my heart is aces in agony, for love is merely broken
yet no cares to spair me empathy, as I recieve no sympathy
stranded high and dry in my dieing pain and alone
I can feel it creep up from far below
For love is broken......
therefore I am lost with out...
lost in my distored reality, which
I believe that I am rich in money,
but although I only have tokens
therefore I am merely broken
as the acing pain, I believe I am almost dead
as I look around at the sky
during noon, all I see is the color red
As I begin to bleed as I cry
my life treads all
because of you caused this dread.
but I bury my love arond you.
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