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I think I just heard my glass heart break,
Shattering into little pieces; beyond repair,
This is the last blow I take for love,
The last time my heart will ache.

My knees are weak; but I won’t fall,
My back feels like every bone is broken; but I won’t drop,
Even when my hearts bleeding out in my hands,
Every shard has a memory… of you.

My battle wounds are fatal,
No kiss could heal these scars,
Scars that burn in dancing agony,
The shards cut deep into my skin.

I’m so tired,
These sweet memories fill me with ache,
Ache of happiness; ache of pain,
Both draining me dry of everything else.

Those shadows in your eyes,
Are they because you think you made a mistake?
You have no idea how much it hurts,
When you say you love me.