• My heart was stolen
    By a women of misery
    Shattered it like glass
    All but purity

    It was buried
    I was burned
    Nothing left
    No return

    In the night
    She steals hearts of others
    Which we all pile up
    When all of it is over

    She may have robbed me
    And robbed all those others
    But I stole something from her
    Her will to be normal

    On she goes
    Theiving and stride
    But when all is gone
    Whats left for her other than pride

    She will die
    Just as we did
    Cold and bitter
    And twice as heartless