Isolated, alone
Here but unknown
Full of mistakes
Like an empty gun upon a wanted target
Or a chambered round with nowhere to go

A heart full of bullets, torn, full of holes
Forever scarred by throbbing pains
Bullets fly as people come and go
I tremble, fears resignate
There isn't much of this heart left to break
This battlefield has taken much
Turbulence noted, far after the touch
 
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