My heart rips out of my chest when I see your smile Then it burns with agony as it plum its into the poison from my brain
I take a knife & cut it out to release my from its pain
Covered with blood my black heart does beat
Why won't it stop?
Why the refusal of it's defeat?
To let it live would be a nightmare in all my confusion, yet it still beats strong
Why does my love feel so wrong?
So... here I sit, black heart in hand
Still living, yet dead & damned
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