From what I have left over from my past
Feel free to use it or abuse it, I don't care
For this heart of mine has beat its last
In those moments where you look inside
Find me standing with you in the storms of life
Know well, I am reduced to a husk by love
For this heart of mine has bared its last
Take my kind words, and these moments along
Find comfort in them, and then throw them
I would not ask if you care or love me
For this heart of mine has loved its last
At most you could use it, or abuse it, or there of
And I would neither lament nor let you know
I couldn't care about being hurt anymore,
For this heart of mine has bled its last
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