The tears from my heart,
Fill the pages of this plea
Words of a broken man,
Who awakes to a lost love
Standing on cliff,
And calling to death
If this life feels like death itself,
Why live if I can't be yours?
Knowing you love someone else,
But failing to understand this aching
if I ain't yours,
Then why long for your breath?
A heart thing
Speaking a language I don't understand
A senseless falling,
Into the arms of one to stab me
Why feel so right?
But so wrong
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