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My Hearts Demise

I'm standing quietly,
In a bush thats full of thorns.
My heart is beating slow,
Will this beating be its last?

But I've got the perfect alibi;
They asked me if I killed it,
I say no. It's still alive.
They believe my lie.

I'm the reason for my hearts expire,
The fact I closed it up,
With glue and barbed wire.
My heart is cut,

With a knife of thorns,
If I throw up blood,
You know where it all came from.
Because I've got the perfect alibi.

And that will be my hearts demise.