Break my heart even if you don't mean
Then comfort me during my cryings
I might say "how dare you, i hate you"
Might even ask you to leave with your things
It's the kind of hurting I can survive
That even God can undeniably agree
I will be shattered into pieces no one can repair
If this life would make me bury your body
Sorry, love, I'd rather be the one lying in the coffin
Or the ashes you'd throw on top of a cliff
Than walk on earth,
Where there's no you in the atmosphere.
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