July 4, 2011
Half past eight'o'clock
I can feel my heart break again
Like clock work, tick tock
This time neverending pain
Bullet went straight through the locket
Finding myself going insane
Behind doors myself is locked
Emotions are my ball and chain
For so long unblocked
I let them roam free, unrestrained
Tired of heartache finding me to mock
Locking them up, forever restrained

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