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Losing My Mind

You broke my young heart apart…take heart… The scent of death – I smell the odor seeping out of your mouth… I cover my nose…I’m feeling down, sucking up my emotional debris Do you even see the tears rolling out of my eyes? Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) You really think that I’m a weakling? Didn’t you see my triumphantly soar? (I don’t feel sorry for you…you attention whore – why were you the one I adore?) I am not a coward and I am not scared of you – you made me love you I know my heart is breaking bit by bit, but I’m stronger that I was before (I’m not sore anymore – I don’t love you anymore…you hurt me to the core, but I opened a new door) I’m through with you…I gave up on you – you made me weep tears of rue Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) I forgot about me…but I forgive after all I must stand tall, though my heart is pounding in appall You deserted me like a pathetic idiot…I don’t wanna make another foe I’ve been downright fought, for I’ve been distraught and lost; let the blessed breeze blow Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) You were my enemy from the start – you were the devil in sheep’s clothing, bud (you’re a disgrace…run this race with me and keep pace!) You were never, ever my friend, so back off – wipe the blood…the blood (off your face..you left me without a trace…I’m receiving vast grace) Do you get the clue? Do you? I tried to find your other shoe, but I’m losing my mind Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3) Don’t you dare tell me your hideous lies… I won’t accept your heartless goodbyes… No wonder I feel blue, sticking to you like glue Being with you…fighting the love flue Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)

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