Gave you my heart after it was broken,
Gave you my trust and a sword for my heart to thrust...
Although I gave you a simple weapon to destroy me,
I still believe you won't...
I'm handling you some rose,
While you're holding a sword against me.
That's what love does to us,
It pains us more than anything else...
Physically, you feel like a bullet made its way through your heart...
Emotionally, you feel as empty and numb as you've never felt before...
And mentally, you're sick, sick of the world...
Mostly yourself as you gave that someone your soul,
Then they leave taking and hiding it in an unknown place.
A place away from you,
Torturing it in everyway possible...
Cause they never took it inside their embrace,
They've thrown it away...
And as you drown in dead memories,
You never cross their minds...
That's what it is to love,
That's what it is to die slowly...
That's what it is to trust,
That's what it is to destroy yourself wholely...
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The Burning Embers
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