All hail miss independent, hard but soft...
Body of a goddess, heart of stone...
Hail! Hail!!! The queen of broken hearts
Lips of sweet lies and kisses of death's art
I fell in love with a stripper, not a keeper
My eyes are wide open, it feels like death
The pain goes deep... deeper with every breath
My time was up before it started, take me o Reaper
Love is sweet they say, no one told me what price I'd pay
Slave to the thoughts of the honey lady
Stung by her bee-auty
Heart is broken, damaged beyond repair
Sorrow, anguish, bitterness and despair
I'll give out the little pieces till there's nothing left
Nothing left of my heart... Empty... Gone with the wind
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