My heart feels like it's been ripped out. Doesn't matter what happens.
Bad things for me or my friends, I cry for both, in my heart which hurts more then when you cry tears from your eyes.
Thorns in my heart. The scissors that torture my heart.
It breaks the tiniest parts of my heart, the parts that hurt the most.
Taking my heart away to put it in the trash. I feel so helpless to my friends.
So, almost, alone. Although a million people might be around, I still feel alone
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