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I let my heart and my mind speak to each other 
and all it did was leave me feeling cold an' alone
my heart's been breaking the loss growing bigger 
over time 
the gradual death of a heart is a sad thing
and the dull ache that's left behind is surprisingly 
easy to become accustomed to
way back when, I could never have envisaged the life 
I have now, one where I'm never at peace
suspicious of anything that starts with i'm here to help 
loyal to only myself and those few loyal to me
what's left of my soul hides in the darkness trying 
desperately to heal 
my heart badly bruised and abused with scars that run to its core 
why you may ask do I still wear it on my sleeve ?