Squeeze Until I am Dead
You took my heart without me
You do not love you just play
You're blind to the pain you cause me
I will get my heart back maybe
You act like you hate me
You care but you hide it
Why won't you set me free
All I ask is for you to be done with me
You have my heart in your hand
I can feel the way your grip
So please just squeeze until I am dead
You can let go when the blood will no longer drip
I never wanted you to take my heart
I never wanted you to play with me that way
I knew you would just rip me apart
I knew you would finish and throw me away
So you stand with my heart in your hand
I felt your hateful grip tightened
So just squeeze until I am dead
So in this life I will no longer be frightened
Let the blood run down your hand
You set me free now I am dead.
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