You have taken out my heart and ripped it to shreads,
Just imagine it in your hand, no more puppin, its simply dead.
You have left cuts all over it, its bleeding down the side,
do you really care if is living of if it has died.
It was suppose to be a light red sort of color,
but you have turned it more purple, with your hands its been smothered.
The shape appears to be alive and full,
but my heart has turned dark and the shape is more like a piece of coal.
it would normally pump with in a musical way,
but my heart seems to have no music to play.
I just want to you see the physical side of what you do,
but it has nothing left, nothing to give and nothing for you.

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