The aches and pains of my heart
My soul is nearly dead
I pray to find relief something
Nothing comes to mind
I try desperately, trying desperately to find
The answers the cure
My tourmented soul is weak
My body grows tired
My tourmented soul
Alone in the silence
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
The aches and pains of my heart
My soul is nearly dead
I pray to find relief something
Nothing comes to mind
I try desperately, trying desperately to find
The answers the cure
My tourmented soul is weak
My body grows tired
My tourmented soul
Alone in the silence
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