Heartbreak Chronicles
500 knife stabs make up the pain
That I feel running through my vein
Will my wilting heart ever beat again?
Will my throbbing brain still be this sane?
You turned and ran the other way
When I weeped, screaming that I needed you to stay
I inhaled the suffocating smoke of pure dismay
And sputtered it blood on the pathway
I touched the sizzling daytime sun
All the while saying I'm having fun
I saw smoke ascend as your fired your gun
My tears turned to ashes, and I knew I was done
I'm done walking on tears that I cried
I'm done tasting the blood that dried
I'm done weeping for the heart that died
And most of all, I'm done stomping on my pride.
The_Outkast
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