It's all fun and games until the heart desires most,
Then bloody angels come from the world below
And spoil the fun, infect the mind, corrode the soul...
And take with them any thought of self control.
And the heart that loves, will be the first to burn
There's nothing left behind but ashes in a hole.
The lesson has been taught, and all is pointless, dear...
Nothing hurts so bad until you let yourself love him.
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