What shall I do with the hurt in my head,
And my broken things to mend?
If only it would all end.
Hearts and beats that cannot contend.
If only I had the strength to continue to try,
And someone else's mindset to loan.
But the tears only come if I choose to cry.
They mask the sounds of my constant groans.
And show me the one and last way,
So all that has come will soon go away.
Then send me down six feet to lay,
Along with the persistent pain.
And show me the things of which I'm a part.
If only to mend my broken heart.
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