It's funny how I wait, for you to find me here.
It's funny how I waited, for you to call me dear.
It's funny that I believed, one day you would be mine.
It's funny that I believe, without you I'll be fine.
What once was my heart, is now a shattered fragment of your cries. What once was your heart, is just a coffin full of his lies.
Take my hand please, let me pull you from the madness. Through my pain and tears I promised to exile your sadness.
So here I wait, my broken heart still yours to fill. Yet forever I'll wait, because you took some pills...
Written By: D. L. Smith 3/14/2016
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
It's funny how I wait, for you to find me here.
It's funny how I waited, for you to call me dear.
It's funny that I believed, one day you would be mine.
It's funny that I believe, without you I'll be fine.
What once was my heart, is now a shattered fragment of your cries. What once was your heart, is just a coffin full of his lies.
Take my hand please, let me pull you from the madness. Through my pain and tears I promised to exile your sadness.
So here I wait, my broken heart still yours to fill. Yet forever I'll wait, because you took some pills...
Written By: D. L. Smith 3/14/2016
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