Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Your Love 2

Here I am lying upon my bed
With a wounded heart
You ripped it out of my chest
You tore it apart
Your leaving has put me through Hell
Now my heart’s still bleeding
For it’s still pounding
Still under your spell

For I’m at the bottom of my life
Wandering if soon I will die
I miss you more than you ever know
I keep calling But there is no answer
Your coldness has turned my heart to stone

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