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Encasing my heart,
In bulletproof glass,
To numb the feelings,
Of future, and past.
To feel all that hurts,
And nothing at all,
Will surely be something,
Like never before.

So lay down your heart,
And lay down your arms,
And wrap up your sorrow,
With your tear-stained gauze.
And never let anyone,
Unwrap your heart,
Cause the pain is too great,
And the reward too low.

The bullet it flies,
As straight as an arrow,
A golden bullet made of,
Love and denial.
It pierces my chest,
And spreads like a plague,
And now my heart burns,
Like a wildfire spreads.

So lay down your heart,
And lay down your arms,
And wrap up your sorrow,
With your tear-stained gauze.
And never let anyone,
Unwrap your heart,
Cause the pain is too great,
And the reward too low.

Now that the bullet,
Takes root in my chest,
The ending is near,
The ending comes fast.
Love is a trick,
That blinds all you see,
You think that it's over,
But you're never free.

So lay down your heart,
And lay down your arms,
And wrap up your sorrow,
With your tear-stained gauze.
And never let anyone,
Unwrap your heart,
Cause the pain is too great,
And the reward too low.