The cool air is blowing on my frigid skin
My fingers tremble and my heart shakes
I know that I'm not wanted
I know he loves her now
Even though I thought...
My back hurts, my heart
My heart is shaking
My heart doesn't want him to leave
My heart, it trembles
O my heart my heart!
What is the cure for this?
Where is the research?
Who is he to act this way?
Who am I to think...
Who am I?
Don't I love some other distant perfection?
I love him.
I loved him, too.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
The cool air is blowing on my frigid skin
My fingers tremble and my heart shakes
I know that I'm not wanted
I know he loves her now
Even though I thought...
My back hurts, my heart
My heart is shaking
My heart doesn't want him to leave
My heart, it trembles
O my heart my heart!
What is the cure for this?
Where is the research?
Who is he to act this way?
Who am I to think...
Who am I?
Don't I love some other distant perfection?
I love him.
I loved him, too.
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