If I tell you I loved you
Would you really believe?
Knowing me
An opacue glass miles thick
Covered with rusty nails through each prick of bloody glass
One small touch could shatter this heart
Telling me you love me
Is not a wise choce, dearest.
You aren't able to accept my flaws, love
This life is burdened with deciteful pain
All my scars and memories
You'll never be able to take them
Darling, I'm not sure anymore
I can't seem to think straight
Sweet, sweet boy, I don't think I love you any more.
Why?
Why?
I don't know.
The pain of losing everything hardened my stone heart
Beating, beating, coursing molten iron
Through these pipes I call veins
Baby, I can't seem to love you any more.
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Late Night Thoughts
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