He walked down hell's fire,
With his heart torn, he became tired.
He went through a dark road ahead.
He couldn't live anymore, they found him dead.
He became a broken angel, still learning about love.
He wasn't bad, just torn, a man who has had enough.
always going after the ones who we're weak.
A new heart he would seek.
As fragile as he was, his strength beholds him.
A gentle heart, a night of sin.
In this kind of life, nobody wins.
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