Precious Hearts from Fascination by The Birthday Massacre

I held you back
I could not see
The material's damaged inside of me.
Cut these knots.
You are free.
It's all that I wanted you to be.
I'm running from all I adore.
It's really too much to endure.
Are we ready to unlock the door?
Is anyone?
Is anyone here anymore?
Is anyone real anymore?
They held us down.
They tried to take these precious hearts, too soft to break.
What we'll do and what we'll say.
We take it all to throw away.
What if we're not here anymore?
Is this a dream we endure?
Are we ready to unlock the door?
Is anyone?
If you can hear this, then talk to me.
If this is real, then I want to believe.

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