The seething emotions of a hopeless romantic.
I am an interesting person at will.
The anesthetics of a heart break.
I set my heart out to have it killed.
With you it seems like you'd be the last to kill.
But looking at your face, I know you will.
You smile so sincere,
Yet your lips are burning.
You grin with a beautiful smile,
but your teeth are gnashing.
The sorrow emotions of a hopeless romantic.
I am an interesting person when my defenses are down.
The numbing sensations of a heart break.
I set my heart out to have it killed.
Dead Again I guess I remain.
But the dead shall rise again
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