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Your love is like a knife cutting through my wrist.
Since we broke up it cut deeper and deeper, but not my wrist, it's my heart.
When ever I see you in the hall, the knife cuts deeper.
When ever your not around, the knife cuts deeper.
When ever I see you avoiding me, the knife cuts deeper.
When ever you break my heart little by little, the knife cuts deeper.
Finally it's hi's the end of my heart, now it's broken in two.
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