Am afraid that you
Will take my pulsing heart
And tear it to pieces.
Ruthlessly
painfully
Completely dessicate it.
Cause the truth is
You dont care
What I feel.
You don't love
Me.
I keep lying to myself
And you lead me on
Maybe you like seeing me
Lose control of my inhibitions
Follow you like a bird
Really, you're heartless.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Am afraid that you
Will take my pulsing heart
And tear it to pieces.
Ruthlessly
painfully
Completely dessicate it.
Cause the truth is
You dont care
What I feel.
You don't love
Me.
I keep lying to myself
And you lead me on
Maybe you like seeing me
Lose control of my inhibitions
Follow you like a bird
Really, you're heartless.
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