My cup is half empty,
His is half full,
Mine is full of forgotten dreams-
He stole mine too,
His voice was my siren at sea,
So I drew nearer knowing full well,
He won't hesitate to sink me,
And he does killing me softly,
The fugees forsaw my fate,
I'm at his beck and call-
Won't he let me go.
Let. Me. Fall
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
My cup is half empty,
His is half full,
Mine is full of forgotten dreams-
He stole mine too,
His voice was my siren at sea,
So I drew nearer knowing full well,
He won't hesitate to sink me,
And he does killing me softly,
The fugees forsaw my fate,
I'm at his beck and call-
Won't he let me go.
Let. Me. Fall
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