Cut the Pieces
by M. F. B. Porter
My heart is left in winter
When it should’ve turned to spring
And I don’t know what to do
With this life I’m living
My past is left forgotten
My future is far away
My present is neverending
A forever of todays
So with a chain around my neck and the devil
On my shoulder
I soldier through the dark, my bones keep
Getting colder
Do you feel the things I feel inside
Or am I so alone on this ride
Is this all I’m supposed to be
After everything I’ve tried
Please, just cut the pieces out of me.
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