My body is aching,
and it's torn up to shreds.
Like corn from the Earth,
she steals life from my breath.
Cause there's pieces of her.
still embedded inside,
ripping and tearing my organs
like shrapnel and knives.
No rest and no peace,
she visits every night.
Then, come morning she's gone,
and new wounds come to life.
She's gone, and I know that.
To her, I'm just bones laying in a box.
But I can't love anyone else,
So, I'll live alone til' my life has been lost.
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