Sing to me songs of love and beauty.
Life is so hard I can’t pretend
without the notes of your soul
telling me lies over and over again.
You’re like a runaway train without any brakes
crashing into me.
The truth cuts so hard all there is left to do is bleed.
Now there’s nothing in my heart
but the words you once said.
I’m leaving you forever
because to me you’re dead.
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