SLOWLY I PICK THE GUN UP
I FEEL MY HAND SHAKING
I HEAR MY HEART BEATING
I POINT THE GUN TOWARDS MY CHEST
FOR PEOPLE WILL NOW KNOW
A TRUE BROKEN HEART
A BROKEN HEART
IS LIKE A BROKEN MIRROR
ITS BETTER TO LEAVE
ITS BROKEN THAN HURT
TRYING TO FIX IT
I'M JUST KEEP THINKING
THAT IF MY HEART STOPS
ITS WON'T HURT SO MUCH....
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