Pain, anger, hatred, and sorrow...
Is this what will always come?
I tried hard for another tomorrow...
I tried hard to make it still work out some...
But it seems I have hands of lead,
And a fool's heart; I tried to make it work...
love is full of pain and full of dread,
it's true workings are far too much dark...
I tried to make it all work out just fine...
I tried to hold on throughout the storm...
And now I feel this sorrow in breast of mine...
And that is what brings my heart's true harm...
Should I just stop feeling?
It would protect me from a darker bend...
Should I have not felt from the beginning?
It would never have come to this dark end...
You probably blame me, when blame is not there...
I don't see how I had any part...
I blame not you, 'twas not your share...
It was all in... The darkness of the heart.
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