Caricamento in corso...

YEP that is all

The music to the heart sits painfully in my soul
as I dance alone in my thoughts as they tend to stroll
got me twisted and turned around and around
I cant seem to pick my self up off the ground
I lay cradled in thought as the pressure on my heart grows
I gasp for the air as my heart pounds as it slows
feeling each beat with and individual thump
as my heart climbs into my throat causing a lump
I gasp for a single breath of life to keep me strong
But realize with each breath I just cant go on.
So I let the hurt hide in the crevice of my soul
Until it rears its ugly head and leaves less than hole.

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