Heart Of Stone

He has a heart of stone,

I'm better off on my own,

Or whatever it is they say in repetitive pop-songs,

To describe 'deepest human wrongs',

I was just a toy to him,

A doll he could pull apart, limb from limb,

And leave to die all on her own,

I guess forevermore I walk alone,

Love, happiness, they aren't easily obtained,

Suicidal tendencies can't be explained.

The End

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