I feel this tender heart stop beating
I drop the knife from my hand
I feel my last breath coming
I can't even stand
I throw the knife across the room
Replaying the memories in my head
I light one single match
And throw it on the bed
I take that fake purple box
The one you know you've seen
I close it up tightly
It was just a stupid dream
I take everything I own
And throw it on the bed
I can't use it now anyway
Let the flame engulf it instead
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