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Please rip me to shreds.
Let me know that I still live.
Let me know what makes this heart of mine tick and beat in tune with that music.
Music that tears me to pieces, leaves me on the floor, dying.
Never coming back and I crawl upon this bleak and cold floor.
Please never let me go.
Don't give up.
Give me hope that I may someday be right.
And I need fixing, I am broken.
I am weak.
I can't follow you anymore.
Pick me up.
Let me know that I'm still alive.
Please rip me to shreds.