I'm constantly being asked about you,
Was there a crack in your heart,
Through which i fell through?
What spell did you cast on my skin,
It doesn't see the bad,
It doesn't see the sin.
What have you turned me into?
The mere thought of forgetting you,
Has become a taboo.
If not love or hate,
What is it then?
What should i do,
To make my deceased heart beat again?
~Alaska.
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