The dark moon arises,
and fills the void,
the hole were my heart should be,
always empties of all feeling,
is there a thing called love?
Is it real?
How can I be so sure,
when all you ever do is call me a lier,
or a cheat.
Everytime I think that I have found you,
and that you actually care about me,
you break me in two again.
I cant live my life in your shadows,
I wont live behind a stick
love me for me,
or leave me for dead.
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