My heart was stolen and pushed on a cloud,
Crushed in his hands I screamed so loud.
His heart runs cold; my veins run red
I can remember everything he said,
"I am sorry to say for you my dear, you are not my type”, he said so clear.
Now my heart is racing and my hands are shaking, this is the most fatal
death all for you my love.
The perfection I need is like no other and in the end,
She says you will definitely love her.
So I bid goodbye,
to you farewell,
my heart was pure gold, and now it is hell.

 
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