"Love is the funeral of hearts, an ode for cruelty."
I gave you my heart.
But I did it just today.
While we were in my bed,
Here been many people.
So, enjoy and have fun,
Because this is your time.
I gave you my heart.
But I did it just today.
Tomorrow is another day.
And I will give it to other.
When you have to go away
I won’t miss you. No!
I gave you my heart.
But I did it just today.
Maybe, I’ve forgot to say:
But my heart don’t beat,
It is stopped now,
Don’t beat anymore.
I gave you my heart.
But I did it just today.
My heart isn’t on the left
Side of my chest, oh no!
It is on the central part,
Yes, it is one heart there.
I gave you my heart.
But I did it just today.
This is a strange heart!
It is not made of blood,
With a blood heart
Always comes the pain.
I gave you my heart.
But I did it just today.
Now, I don’t feel bad,
Also, I don’t feel faint.
There is not anyone sad!
My heart is made of paint.
(Wrote after I had one miserable sex).
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