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by Broken Inside May 10, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
I have a heart made of stone, It wasn’t anyone's fault, I did it to myself. My heart is made of ice, And with one little slice, I could be through, Completely done with you. Never try to sneak past me, Never try to be someone you aren't. I don't play those games. Once the trust is gone, It’s lost. It won’t come back.