Watch old scars bleed new blood,
Watch my heart die with love.
Wrapped in stone and buil of ice,
Trapped inside my own device.
Let it go or hold on tight,
Either way, I cry at night.
Usually, I'm a fighter, give me combat any time,
To anyone else, I can easily lie.
What is it about you that makes me this way,
It doesn't really matter-you're not mine anyway.
This one sided love thing burns my heart,
And this is only The Fucking Start.
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