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Her heart burns away,
Like the cigarette between her lips.
The dying beat fades,
As the end moves to her fingertips.
The four leafed clover lost a leaf
It's not worth it anymore.
Can't break through hell
When the room has no door.

And you can't destroy, what your soul makes,
You can't undo time, when your heart breaks.
She's caught up, her blood down the drain,
You can't be free, when you're playing this game.

Her heart where her hands are,
Vengeance is what she seeks.
Stilettos and lustful embrace
Her desperate physique.
She's caged herself an animal
Pathetic in her way,
Mutilated skin
To let the blood wash him away.

And you can't destroy, what your soul makes,
You can't undo time, when your heart breaks.
She's caught up, her blood down the drain,
You can't be free, when you're playing this game.

She's too dirty to come clean.
Too broken, too obscene.
She's burnt,
Charcoal complexion.
She's learnt,
Artificial affection.
She threw away her own key,
And now, she'll never be free.

And you can't destroy, what your soul makes,
You can't undo time, when your heart breaks.
She's caught up, her blood down the drain,
You can't be free, when you're playing this game.

And she'll never be free
Never be free again
She made sure she'll never free
Made sure I'll never be free again...

Author notes

*about a woman rebounding after a break up.
Written July 9th, 2006

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  • Felix BlackHeart
    July 12, 2006
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    I love it, it flows so nicely. and it makes alot of sense. very nice.