A little rope
A lot of hurt
Limply hanging, swinging still
The truth floats freely, blood won’t spill
Support has fallen, rope will stretch
With weight of hurt to never rest
A thousand questions long will last
In memory of a broken heart
A lot of hurt
Limply hanging, swinging still
The truth floats freely, blood won’t spill
Support has fallen, rope will stretch
With weight of hurt to never rest
A thousand questions long will last
In memory of a broken heart
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