Strings Attach One By One
It Falls Apart When It's All Done
Be Careful Where You Place Your Heart
It Can Be Killed From So Far
The First Love Will Always Be The Sweetest
But The First Cut Will Always Be The Deepest
Because The Choices You Make Will Always Mark My Trust
We're All Puppets Made Of Dust
Stringed With EverLasting Strings Deep Within Us
Seen On The Outside As Tears That Burn Us
If I Could Let You See
None Of This Was Ever Real
We're All Puppets Ready To Fall Apart
When We Finally Realize This.
All That Remains Is A Blackened Heart
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