Counting Down

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Three.

Two.

One.

Boom.

There goes my heart,

into pieces.

I'm kicked down,

and beaten,

until there's no blood left to spill.

Three.

Two.

One.

Boom.

There goes my heart,

into pieces.

I'm left alone,

with you gone,

and nothing left to give.

Three.

Two.

One.

Boom.

There goes my heart,

into pieces.

Yet again.

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