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I put my heart on the line
Sculptured those love letters with my own bleeding-heart
Spit my venom out, filled up my veins with crimson petals
You drew a whole sunset-beach scenery on my skin
Splattered my life with hues of eccentric-neon
My cheeks were of blissful-rosy tint
Your love lit me up on fire, shook my whole senses up
Stargazed your words, like you were the universe writing my fate up on the stars
I was the type of a girl writing love poems on every Cinderella hour
But now my heart has became a prisoner of the past
I need to carve my path leading to my paradise once again
This time without you,and your fraud short-lived heaven
And whenever my heart would beat for another
I'd just smoke a cigarette, and get the steam off
For the nicotine on my lips would last longer than any of my men

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