Tearing, twisted, shattering
This must be my heart dying
One last time
My broken heart has been shattered one to many times
I'll never give it away again
Carefully, I've picked up the pieces and locked them away
Locked for protection, locked to never trust again, locked for good
Clinging to life, the poor pieces of my heart barely beat
Lies, Control, Power, Manipulation
Were the focus of this chess game
I was blinded by the the thought that I was in the game too
Even resuscitation will not save my wounded heart now
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