This Sadness Smells Like Jovan
my heart breaks
the scissors cut deep in the fairytale
i saw you go down
nothing is the same
my heart cries
the knife in the joyride left behind so much blood
i saw you beg for mercy
nothing is the same
my heart dies
the gun with the illegal bullets branded a permanent mark
i saw you take your last breath slowly and painfully
it will never be the same
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