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Forever You Said

Forever You Will Be

In My Heart

But, No Longer In My Arms

We Caused Each Other Harm

We Were Broken And Armed

We Had Our Roses

We Had Our Thorns

We Would Take Turns

Making Waves And Storms Of Hurt

I Tore You Apart

You Broke My Heart

In The End, We Weren't Very Smart

I Was Bleeding For A Part Of Your Heart

My Wrist Turned Into A Piece Of Fine Art

Now That You're Happy With Someone Else

It Ripped Me Apart From The Start

But, We Grew Apart

I'll Never Forget The Days When We Were Heart To Heart

You're Happy Now

Let It Stay That Way, For You Have His Heart, And He Has Yours.

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