Show's Who's True
My heart aches.
My heart breaks.
My heart dies.
My heart cries.
My heart hurts because of you.
You left me.
Now what do I do?
My heart does all of this because of you.
But now it show's who's love was true.
My heart breaks.
My heart dies.
My heart cries.
My heart hurts because of you.
You left me.
Now what do I do?
My heart does all of this because of you.
But now it show's who's love was true.
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