Dead Heart
My soul is crying with no end!
My heart has many a wound that needs to mend.
Why did my soul ever cry for you?
What am I to do, so that I don’t feel so blue?
You have tortured and I have cried;
Up until the moment when my heart has died!
Now there is nothing left no more;
No heart is left to feel the sore!
When once upon a time my heart rises from the dead,
No one will ever again mess with my head!
My heart will rise in all it’s glory,
My life will then only be one happy story!
But until that day I will wait;
I will keep on setting my mind straight!
A heart that has died can feel no more pain;
You trying to hurt me is all just in vain!
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