When I whisper I am flying,the truth is I am falling,
My heart is silently breaking,
with the smile I paste on with the art of faking,
My dreams come crashing through the floor,
when you walked out that door,
I tell you to escape,
this heart no longer has shape,
As its pieces crumble at your very sight,
giving away nothing is alright,
and that I lost the fight again,
as blood and tears of every shade,
refuse to fade,
and the dark blue waters of pain,
drown me again.
So escape,
before it is too late...
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