heart

everyone that i have let in has hurt me in some way

i've learned from my past but pain is pain.

the first time was worse than the second time cause i now know where my love stands,

you can crush my heart but i'd still give you my hand.

there is blood on the sidewalks and on the streets,

it used to be robbers who mugged pedestrians

but know its gangs of priests.

we'd slit our own throats if we could sell our blood,

what's the deal, what have we become.

-Lnk-