Enemy And you told me to push pins into my heart. Sometimes I weep for unbroken hearts. Do you dream? Do you fly? Please don't try to let go. Victim. Victimised. Malnourished emotions. Plethora. This is a song with a scribbled out name So lets do it again and again. Sometimes I forget the pins are there and that's when they push in further. Don't let me runaway, or I'll forget how to trip. Victim. These pins. Leaving me with empty holes. Victimised.
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