My heart hurts bad . . .
I wish it would stop killing me
It's not his fault I'm sad . . .
I wish I could point out
Who is to blame . . .
I really need to shout . . .
Pain stings me terribly
I regret what I told him
Because my brain wasn't working correctly . . .
By tomorrow I will know
What my heart really wants
And maybe the person who's fault it is
Needs to go . . .
Artistic Vampire ⓒ 2008
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