Only if your heart had a graveyard
where past love could rest, not rise.
Only if Cupid chose our destiny—
no hearts in flames, no cruel disguise.
My tears for you were oil in water,
never meant to meet or stay.
Like throwing myself into a sea of fire,
calling the flames my only way.
Only if your heart had a graveyard,
I wouldn’t be left here scarred.
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