Tell me my dear, can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
(The secret to creativity it's knowing how to hide your sources.)
I've spent so long in the darkness, I'd almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.
«What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double? A pulse?
Overrated by a mile! Unimportant!
Overbearing! Overblown!If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain; If you cut me with a knife it's still the same.. And I know her heart it's beating, and I know that I am dead; yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real, for it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
In the ice or in the sun it's all the same.. Yet I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn't beat it's breaking, and the pain here that i feel, try and tell me it's not real, I know that I am dead, for it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know »
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