I whine and I cry
and I ask the man that I love
many questions that he caint answer
and I ask myself why?

I knock my heart around
and I beat up on his
unfair games do I play

I guess when one knocks
their own heart around too many times
the out come is a blood stain upon your one rib
the one taken from man
to give you strength

it is i know my own fault that i bleed
i need no pity from the man i love
when I yanked my own
heart out and tossed it away
for no one else to find
so here I sit alone
without a heartbeat
with out a soul
to share a life with for now
until i find my heart again

emptiness as my companion

too afraid to come out from hidin'
too hurt to move
too ashamed to admit I was wrong
too empty to shedd another tear

too lost to want to be found
too in love to admit it
too stubborn to be patient

God forgive me
for I have messed up on the best love
you ever gave me
for the second time around

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