There's still an empty space
where there should be a heart
From all the words you used,
hoping to tear me apart
There's still a *giant ****
in the back of my spine
From the knife you stabbed
while looking in my eyes
There's still all these holes
in my chest
From the shotgun trigger pulling
when you left
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
There's still an empty space
where there should be a heart
From all the words you used,
hoping to tear me apart
There's still a *giant ****
in the back of my spine
From the knife you stabbed
while looking in my eyes
There's still all these holes
in my chest
From the shotgun trigger pulling
when you left
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