Black Hearts I don't need my heart no more I've given up on love. It brings sorrow and pain and hurt It is a luxury for those "above". I sold it up to Death Who gave me a new one in return It was cold and black and small And it can't be hurt by them burns. Now I can't feel the warmth of a tender hug Or the gentle kiss upon my cheek. For my ice cold heart is dead It is dark and merciless and bleak.
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