My heart is strongIt wont ever dieBut it could failIn
We started out happier then everWe laughed it out for
She sits thereHer hair in the messiest bunShe staresStraight out
It's not that I hate youIt's not that I love
My hands feel coldMy heart feels oldThe fake smile stays
It's 9:00 A.MHer body lays deadOn the coldest floorHer clothes
Her lipstick is a bold redHer shoes are every colorPeople
You stood thereYou looked scaredYour fingers laced with hersYour stupids
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