Thinking of what could’ve been
Doesn’t mend the broken strings
Lying to one’s self only makes them thin
But the thoughts will lock themselves in heavy metal rings
The love wont be forgotten; and the loath will burn in flames
Hatred with a passion and loving with each heart beat
Looking back and looking forward never knowing who’s to blame
Step by step temptation wants to cheat
Pride is not important when the heart is in desperate need
It’s lost its other half and no one can stop the bleeding
The pieces start to shatter and it starts to cry and plead
But no one can hear it screaming, He cant hear it screaming
Several pieces on the floor covered in red stains
Is that what one is given for falling in love?
The horrid drops of hard cold rain?
The crushing feeling of an ended song?
Or could it be that there was never love?
Is it possible that one could be obsessed?
Those are the right questions to get sick of
It’s a hardship to rip them off your chest
The failure haunts one’s head and makes the world demented
The self control and sanity one had soon begins to fade away
A rose will be no match for what He had scented
The scent one wishes to have everyday
The sun and moon are nothing compared to the eyes in one’s head
Just the sight of the memory will rise what was left dead
The river wont sound beautiful in comparison to the voice in one’s mind
The insanity will take over and love will make one blind
Love has no boundaries and all consequences
There is the most fair love for the luckiest ones
But there is the most heartbreaking for others
But heartbreak or happiness it can only make one stronger
Doesn’t mend the broken strings
Lying to one’s self only makes them thin
But the thoughts will lock themselves in heavy metal rings
The love wont be forgotten; and the loath will burn in flames
Hatred with a passion and loving with each heart beat
Looking back and looking forward never knowing who’s to blame
Step by step temptation wants to cheat
Pride is not important when the heart is in desperate need
It’s lost its other half and no one can stop the bleeding
The pieces start to shatter and it starts to cry and plead
But no one can hear it screaming, He cant hear it screaming
Several pieces on the floor covered in red stains
Is that what one is given for falling in love?
The horrid drops of hard cold rain?
The crushing feeling of an ended song?
Or could it be that there was never love?
Is it possible that one could be obsessed?
Those are the right questions to get sick of
It’s a hardship to rip them off your chest
The failure haunts one’s head and makes the world demented
The self control and sanity one had soon begins to fade away
A rose will be no match for what He had scented
The scent one wishes to have everyday
The sun and moon are nothing compared to the eyes in one’s head
Just the sight of the memory will rise what was left dead
The river wont sound beautiful in comparison to the voice in one’s mind
The insanity will take over and love will make one blind
Love has no boundaries and all consequences
There is the most fair love for the luckiest ones
But there is the most heartbreaking for others
But heartbreak or happiness it can only make one stronger



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