She held on to her damaged heart.
The one you forever tore apart.
In her memories, you carry the sword.
She cries upon her knees, oh lord.
Piece by piece she shatters in two.
Long live the moments that you were true.
recklessly humble, she Carried on.
Sorrowfully fragile, she tries to be strong.
Gracefully powerless, she falls to the ground.
cautiously frail, loves been around.
Many times she failed loves test of time.
Falling hard, was her destructive crime.
Now she is faced with her own cold hearted nightmares.
Did life treat her fairly, did he reaĺly care.
Now holding on to what broke in two.
Falling hard, or falling true.
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