*Heavy Heart*
The wind, the wind in my heart
it bites me with its sharp little fangs
nibbling at my edges, tearing the flesh
apart. Feeding upon my raw eyes
as dry as they are now
The wind, the wind in my heart
it sings with a tune that makes the
walls bleed, tearing at who I am beneath
the lies. Feeding upon my raw eyes
as dry as they are now
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