Oh my soul, it aches,
Conscience dead, sore head,
Swiss cheese heart, see the other side of life,
Through my heart, are dark shadows cast,
Old band aid heart, they come and go,
I always tear them off, it hurts,
But not as much as the holes,
In my heart, my
Swiss cheese heart.
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