You know love is the greatest pain
Cuts may heal, but the scars remain.
The hardest thing to fix is a broken heart.
I should know, mine already fell apart.
It's a jigsaw puzzle with a million pieces.
It's a talker, who has no speeches.
It's asking for help and no one knows the way
It's waiting for night, in an enternal day
It's flying, still knowing you'd fall
It's winning the lottery not caring at all
It's waiting for sun when it's cold outside.
It's like dying, only alive.
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