Thought its gonna be a long term thing.
Never knew its gonna be cut short by a deception theme.
Though I don't have a theme of regret even after putting my all into this damn ring.
Cause I don't ve a mind to comprehend this fume.
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Like a Gardner have watered and nurtured this red blossom plant.
Even when others do rant.
I never cared, like I never give a damn.
Cause for it am more than willing to spend all my crystal dime.
But now that everything as been swept away by its latter storm.
Then I gat to send this lonely and broken heart to its home.
Where its gonna be sealed away with an hatred for love.
Cause the meek and the caring wolf.
As been turned into a desperate and fierce dove.
Which is forever ready to rip any heart apart.
Cause this is just the beginning of the piercing dark wrath.
And for this bleeding and never again a living heart.
Its gonna shatter any red blossom that cross its part.
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Wrath of a broken heart.
Single forever
