I think they're for my heart.
They know its breaking,
They know it's coming apart.
I hope the ambulance can find me
Before the attack.
I hope I'm reachable
Before everything goes black.
And they get closer,
Maybe I will be saved.
But glass has to shatter
When screams are made.
They've stopped for me,
Bringing oxygen and revivers.
Heartbreak is war...
I just hope I'm a survivor.
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