Jan 2015
Every time you leave me,
You take a piece of my heart,
But for all the pain,
I'd gladly hand you a chisel and show you where to start.
You take a piece of my heart,
But for all the pain,
I'd gladly hand you a chisel and show you where to start.
(24/M/Denton)
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