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Why does it hurt,
when you reap my heart out.
I see you holding it in your bloody hands,
it still beating.
When I go to bed,
I cry myself to sleep.
You were my hopes, my dreams
and my wishes.
But now your nothing to me
but a b*****d.
A b*****d that goes around feeding
on the lonely and helpless.
A b*****d who doesn't care who gets hurts,
as long you get what you want.
Well, your not going to get anything out of me,
You b*****d.
Take your charm, your handsome face,
and your blue eyes.
And ******** off.