broken hearted

Silent whispers echo loudly

Down the corridor of the broken hearts

Young girls dreaming of the day their true love comes,

Setting their hopes to the highest marks

Just to let the drop again, when their hearts are crushed.

This is the school of the broken hearted,

This is the nesting ground of the dead angels song,

This is the shattered corridor,

This is where i belong.

This is the school of the broken hearted,

They are the broken dreams,

We are the crushed souls,

Where are the angels to heal the shattered hearts?

Where is my true love?

The End

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