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Why do I give you my heart to break?
Why do I feel like my love is at stake?
Why does this pain not cease?
Why does love, seem like a beast?
This ache masks the joy we make.
Why does everyone, just seem to take?
These crumbled pieces or remains,
of this broken heart that's full of pain.
The bond we built is now broken.
Trust and faith leaves me chokin'.
Gasping for air that gives us life
Away from pain, away from strife.
On a shelf you place me for all to see.
Where you easily forget about me, selfishly.
You say that's false, that you really care.
That I make this all up; pull it out of thin air.
Then why at times do I feel so alone.
You go out at night or away from home.
No note or message, not even a call.
Again my heart sits upon a wall.
From here I don't know where to go?
I can't decide, I do not know.
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