“Can you feel my heartbeat”…

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Bruises that exist everywhere…
Take time to ever recover…
Mental scars…
They appear like stars…
Within our head…
Like a poison we dread…
Open wounds that never heal…
Our life force “THEY” steal…
Was this part of the deal…
“THEY” never said…
Deceived us instead…
Smoke and fucking mirrors…
Never seeing past…
Those clever conceptual life traps…
And the bird that flaps…
Its wings…
The simple joy it brings…
When we hear it sing…
Yet the tears, they sting…
As they drip…
As reality takes a strong grip…
And holds on so very tight…
Like fucking thieves in the night…
“THEY” remove your soul…
The essence that makes you whole…
And steal your heart…
Taking it bit by bit…
Ever so slowly, ripping it apart…
It’s what “THEY” have done…
Since we were young…
It’s what “THEY” stole…
From you…

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“Can you feel my heartbeat”…

images

~

Bruises that
exist
everywhere…

Take time to
ever
recover…

Mental scars…
That appear like stars…

Within our
head…

Like a poison we
dread…

Open wounds
that never
heal…

Our life force
“THEY”
steal…

Was this part
of the
deal…

“THEY” never said…
Deceived us instead…

Smoke and fucking mirrors…

Never seeing
past…

Those clever
conceptual
life traps…

And the bird
that flaps…

Its wings…

The simple joy
it
brings…

When we
hear it
sing…

Yet the tears,
they sting…

As they drip…

As reality
takes
a strong grip…

And holds on
so very
tight…

Like fucking thieves
in the
night…

“THEY” remove your soul…
The essence that makes you whole…

And steal
your
heart…

Taking it bit by bit…

Ever so slowly
ripping
it
apart…

It’s what “THEY” have done…
Since we were young…

It’s what “THEY” stole…

From you…
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