I lived before you came,
So I'll live when you're gone.
But now I feel empty,
Oh god what have you done?
A knife in my back,
Bullet in my chest,
And through this struggle,
I still cannot rest.
My skin is full of scars,
My heart is ripped in two.
But although you left me,
I think I still love you.
But now I'll go,
Looking for more.
Maybe I'll find
What I look for.
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