We both have a heart
But mine beats a different way.
And so anda think, because of that,
There's mean things anda must say
I suppose that's just how life is,
With one at another's throat,
Even I'm guilty of these cruel things
But my feelings stay afloat
Such is life, I suppose,
And that's one thing I cannot change.
But, if I could do one thing,
I'd place myself within a shooting range.
I'd let the bullets fire, one oleh one,
Piercing through my bones
I'd let my spirit fade away,
And let it give up the body it owns.
But I have people counting on me,
Or at least, I think I do.
I've almost lost my life before
But I...
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