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Till My Heart Is Done
48 hours of no sleep.
How am I still awake?
I feel the heartbreak run so deep,
re-living a past mistake.
I want you happy,
that matters to me a lot.
I look in the mirror, all torn and scrappy,
wondering if I'll ever, again, get another shot.
I want to pretend that I can move on,
live a better life.
My desires and wants gone,
consumed by an eternal strife.
I am not ok,
nor will I ever be again.
My heart, on loan, no pay,
resisting self mutilating sin.
I pray and pray,
hoping to prove to you I am the one.
I have little left to say,
I'll love you till the day my heart is done.
How am I still awake?
I feel the heartbreak run so deep,
re-living a past mistake.
I want you happy,
that matters to me a lot.
I look in the mirror, all torn and scrappy,
wondering if I'll ever, again, get another shot.
I want to pretend that I can move on,
live a better life.
My desires and wants gone,
consumed by an eternal strife.
I am not ok,
nor will I ever be again.
My heart, on loan, no pay,
resisting self mutilating sin.
I pray and pray,
hoping to prove to you I am the one.
I have little left to say,
I'll love you till the day my heart is done.
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