Grandma used to tell me stories about men like you in the early 60's
but I was born an old soul
and I thought I was invincible to this world
until you came pretending you could feel my own feelings
A friend told me that I shouldn't show off my happiness like a pair of new earrings
I told her I wasn't afraid
he was never going to run away
and there we were, fixing the holes in the ceiling
The sun was brighter and the moon was darker
the future used to caress my red hair
do I know this is only an affair?
Maybe I should save him
maybe it'll be fair
In a cold night of march I swear I could see his eyes reading what I was thinking
when he said he had to go away
I knew he had to find a new prey
bacause my heart was already too damaged to be deceived
If I'm not enough for his adventurous life
there is a reality which I can't fight
Though you are my missing piece
It's better to live with half of me
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
Grandma used to tell me stories about men like you in the early 60's
but I was born an old soul
and I thought I was invincible to this world
until you came pretending you could feel my own feelings
A friend told me that I shouldn't show off my happiness like a pair of new earrings
I told her I wasn't afraid
he was never going to run away
and there we were, fixing the holes in the ceiling
The sun was brighter and the moon was darker
the future used to caress my red hair
do I know this is only an affair?
Maybe I should save him
maybe it'll be fair
In a cold night of march I swear I could see his eyes reading what I was thinking
when he said he had to go away
I knew he had to find a new prey
bacause my heart was already too damaged to be deceived
If I'm not enough for his adventurous life
there is a reality which I can't fight
Though you are my missing piece
It's better to live with half of me
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