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Black Heartsout from you grows a secondary shadowone not quite so innocent, it would seem now a nightmare is spawned from your actions the actions of a man trapped in a fleeting dream now I'm your silhouette your Chelsea grin made me a testament to your every sin life on your own again that must be hard but that's what happens when you breathe life into this black heart oh how the tables have turned I've burned off my bruises and I've cut out my burns give me conformation give me a sign give me a reason to believe you this time the colour of cowardice you slam yourself shut a yellowing fabric that begs to be cut |