Black Heart
My heart is now a puff of faded smoke off in the distance of some abandoned town
I do not care nor do I want to care about life as it is
What is the point of living if someone you love doesn't love you back
Oh woe is me to have seen what I've seen see what I see in the pitch black darkness of my heart
I am slowly dying inside wanting nothing more than the one I love to love me back
Who am I in this treacherous world,a witch,evil,or misery itself? MISERY
He loves another but will never love me
He thinks me a younger sister,I think otherwise
What will I do now that my heart is black and faded in the wind?
DIE
