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My heart is an aching wound without you

You tore it apart to shreds

Uncaring the damage I went through

Left me alone for dead



I did everything I could to make you stay

So how could you just run away

Was it things I did not say or did not do

All I know is with love I am through



I once had an obsession with finding love so I would not be left alone

But after everything it looks as if I am on my own

Our love could have been so great

I guess finding the cure to my ridiculous obsession was fate



I will never look at love the same way again

It has left me without any meaning

I am the one to blame this time

I missed up somewhere along the line



My heart has been left as an aching wound that will cauterize and bruse

Love has tore my heart into tiny shreds

As was planned in the end I would lose

You left me alone, better for dead