Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.
I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
I hope I am wrong.
I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.
My heart is breaking at its core.
The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.
The wind caresses me.
But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.
I need a safe place to hide.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
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