You feel it get into your head
The thought that would of set us free
But in the middle of it all
You blame all the harshness on me.
Wondering how come life is so cruel
Is to just seem cruel on yourself
When living life itself
Is not only of good health.
Damages have been made
And hurt has become immune
But whenever you're around
I seem to be so attuned.
Knowledge was always the key
To succeeding, to believing
But when it comes to love
Your heart just stops beating.
Darkgreen_angel_from_hell Community Member 
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