My mind beats a mile a minute
I mean, my heart floods through a torrent of thoughts
For your touch, for your taste, for your
- words -
Words so pure De Beers would pay you not to produce them
And a heart so broken I poured everything I had into it
- to build you up -
- to hold you together -
And you took it and you let it heal you from the inside out
So that I still thought you were
- broken -
So that I kept filling you full
Until you overflowed and said
- I'M HEALED -
- I don't need you -