Oh when I look to the shape of my heart,
it's seperated only by scars,
that cut in and cut out, or leave me without,
all a heart that functions at all.
And when I look to the shape of the sky,
I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine,
that I no longer feel, the great weight of ordeals,
that can make this life so unkind
If there's any love in me, don't let it show,
oh and if there's any love in me, don't let it grow
Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
I forgot the colours that the grass tend to glow,
Oh the trees were all leafless, and lifeless and black,
and I wondered if the leaves could grow back
For your heart is like a forest, it grows,
and its the rain, but just the sun that lets it bloom,
and you don't know how it feels to be alive,
until you know how it feels to die
If there's any love in me, don't let it show,
oh and if there's any love in me, don't let it grow
If there's any love in me, don't let it show,
oh and if there's any love in me, don't let it grow
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