My heart gets torn up
For what I believe in
She made the pulse
It generated my heart
Till this weakness would enlarge
And the effect of focusing
On the dryness of the stone
Became a mind that I was pained
To acquire.. to say, Turn your head
will make me speed up
And break my neck..
We try not to care
what the cure is to know
And we don't care..
Because we live in an age
Where we look for what we want
And never let them twist
The direction of the hearts they instruct
Around till it's theirs..
For They will..
Objective and Bitter (by Seung Kim)
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