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[comeinmy_boat]

The surgery was messy
Blood pooled on the floor
but your alive and sleeping
my heart lives for your soul
my corpse falls limp, my eyes close
still I watch you, in the paper blue clothes
time runs out, still your not awake
I put my head down, too weak to think
in a hole in my chest, where my heart should have been
there lies a darkness, surrounded by sin
I gave you my heart, to replace the one that's been broken
I chose to die, so that you may have a chance to live
I took a knife upon myself and into my chest I began to dig
painful it was, but persistence was more lived