My heart feels hollow now, for what you’ve done to me
A broken heart grows bitter, with a loveless tragedy
My heart, I feel it cramping, am I going to die?
My life I feel I’ve wasted, living in your lie
Why could you not be honest?
You’re killing me
Now I sit in wait, for my mind to set me free
© Tina Cousins 2013
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