Number 4
With every beat of my broken heart,
Those cuts you caused grow deeper.
You caused my pain,
My tears, my suffering,
You're the reason I stand here drowning.
I may always face you smiling,
But inside, I'm dying.
With every beat of my broken heart,
Those cuts you caused grow deeper.
You caused my pain,
My tears, my suffering,
You're the reason I stand here drowning.
I may always face you smiling,
But inside, I'm dying.
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