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song...

on her throne she sits, the queen of his heart

in the dirt i lie here, where i shall stay,

he touches her soft hand, he holds her sweet face

i vomit at the grotesque display here.

i know his fears, i knew his dreams i know

i know that you are but one of these so

what can i do now what else can i do?

my gaze catches his, i look down, away,

i do everything to forget those days

my head on his shoulder, my hand in his,

his arm around me, feet not on the ground,

his lips on mine, his lips on mine, on mine.

His voice in my ear, his gentle whisper.

In the dirt i lie here, the queen of no heart

 

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