Broken Heart V2 Comments

I wake up to your birds of your voice; you say you love me to the darkest hour
I say I love you to even more, I go to school, I see you kiss another on there lips of wine. The blood in me starts to boil to a steam. I get very angry with you,
So go away and get out of my life I want to be alone with this broken heart
I don’t want to see another soul. My broken heart beats real slowly like the beating of an Indian rain dance drum going slower and slower until it stops.
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