I can't tell what's real,
nothing left to feel.
Break my heart and leave,
nothing to believe.
Try to hold me here,
exploit my every fear.
Fill my heart with pain,
make me go insane.
I don't know what's right,
I don't want to fight.
I let out a little sigh,
and wish that I could die
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