I still have nothing left, besides this pain in my chest
and this state of unrest, but oh . . . it's just begun.
and I will not live and let live.
Broken bottles break the silence,
adding texture to an otherwise flawless night.
smooth as glass, but left in shards
like the monument of the heart
but tonight, she wants you to know
and tonight, i might just lay myself down
with a little more hope than i had.
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