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Heart millions of peices
Nothing to do
Crying the only anwser

Days become longer
Nights seem shorter
Not one call

World means nothing
Cutting chucks of skin off
Watching the blood rush down

Hitting snow
Missing everything you did
Tears stop

Blood still rushing faster
To the snow
Heart still in a million peices

This was not meant to be
This is the end
Walking towards the light

Waving goodbye forever
Starting a new world
You were so dangerous to me