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When I last was alive,
All I felt was pain.
I held my heart to you,
But all effort was in vain.

You took it to you carefully,
You made me think it true,
That someone was in love with me,
But that someone wasn't you.

So easily discarded,
So precious of a thing,
You tossed my heart out easily,
You didn't care to think;

Of how I'd feel when you were gone,
Lost, alone, afraid,
Regretting now the path I chose,
Nothing but a mistake.

Time after time you scarred my heart,
I just gave it up again,
You threw it down, you cut it up,
Didn't care about my pain.

Worn and exhausted,
From so many wounds,
I don't know if I can move,
Not nearly anytime soon.

So the blood seeps out,
From the hole in my chest,
But I lie there not caring,
Why care, what's left?

Cold and pale,
As my life slips away,
You left me for dead,
You didn't even say;

I'm sorry for hurting you,
I'm sorry for lying,
I'm sorry for the sorrow,
I'm sorry for the crying.

But even if you came to me,
Crawling and in need,
I'd simply over look you,
Like you always... did to me.