There is nothing else but broken hearts,
in this solitary life of mines. Nothing
else still alive, in this battle field of life.
Blood running through empty streets.
Amazing to see, all this pain she has caused to me.
Amazed to see all the wounded hearts,
Surprising to know I'm not the only one,
she played. Is she happy to see all this pain, I wonder.
Is she able to sleep in peace, alone.
A cold blooded person with no mercy for love.
Your words were nothing, Still are nothing just, empty holes.
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