Life and life

What is left in our dear life,
If we choose to end all our strife.
And swim away in an island faraway,
Beside a tree that shadows unfair play.

Destiny seems to follow us everywhere,
Leave your heart grave and swear,
To leave destiny as it always shall be,
And pronounce a future that all shall see.

How do you see a life that has no life,
Traveling all alone on the blades of a knife,
Figuring out ways to undo the ultimate error,
And cutting away sweetness and pouring dour.

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Shop of Broken Heart

Baby if all you are selling is broken hearts,
I am not buying any,
Can't repair the broken parts,
Can't fit in the many

Baby if all you are looking for is tender hearts,
To harden them and then tear them apart,
I am not the right kind of guy,
I don't tear my heart.

Baby this is my heart,
See the patches and the stiches left there,
I guess I am not smart,
To break my heart on every count

And if you have a shop of broken hearts,
I don't want to get in there,
I will be the one, and the only one,
Who would have the broken heart.

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