It is written, death by heartache.
Tortured until her final breath,
Lost and betrayed, even in death.
Strangled by the thoughts in her head,
Pulled apart and torn into shreds,
But no one knows now that she's dead.
Crushed hopes and pain shown through lament,
Inspiration is lost, hope spent.
Anguish leads this awful descent,
The future holds only torment.
Over's the life she lived so fake,
She only dreamed to not awake.
Now there's nothing left in her wake,
Deceived by her favorite mistake,
It is written, death by heartache.
But today her body lives on.
Only her heart and soul are gone.
All life's meaning is now forgone,
Insomniac until the dawn.
She tries hard to force a smile,
Hasn't dreamed in quite a while.
Nothing to make this life worthwhile.
It's over now, the deed is done,
It looks to me like he has won.
It is written, death by heartache.
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