CHAOS

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The mess we all make of our hearts
All that we put at stake for
What remains after all the battles?
Is only the chaos for that matter
The silent thoughts are all that remains
And all that talks just go away
What we want and what we need
The lines get blurry as we see
The feelings like tears dry away
And the pain though temporary is there to stay
What can heal a broken heart after all?
One cannot tell until they suffer the fall
The only thing that matters after the song ends
The musical chaos is what remains…..

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