Stab me in the heart and hope to die,
A young boys want,
A lovers cry.
Confused minds and painful rests,
A crushing, unforgiving chest.
The Sleeping wants,
And Hidden minds,
Memories haunts of unfriendly kind.
This is the teenager lovers lullaby,
A mucked up mess saying goodbye,
to the broken hearts of unfriendly kind.
PRx
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