Ruptured heart does not want to in this heed.
You've already gone so far away
and even echoes have ceased to return
my deserted screams .
I'm reduced to a trip to Tabula Rasa
and back with nothing, nothing in between.
And if my slate could be wiped pure and clean
you still to me would more mean.
Oh, what agony! Oh, what pain!
Do you think you could forgive me
for letting you break my heart
again?
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Ruptured heart does not want to in this heed.
You've already gone so far away
and even echoes have ceased to return
my deserted screams .
I'm reduced to a trip to Tabula Rasa
and back with nothing, nothing in between.
And if my slate could be wiped pure and clean
you still to me would more mean.
Oh, what agony! Oh, what pain!
Do you think you could forgive me
for letting you break my heart
again?
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