You told me you loved me
Without uttering a word
The look in your eyes
Would make some hearts flutter
But it makes mine burn
I cannot hold this candle
Your flame is too bright
My wick is broken
My matches used
I sit here freezing
As your arms try to warm me
My body warns me
Colder I become
Alone I will stay
I've been here before
No more, no more....
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
You told me you loved me
Without uttering a word
The look in your eyes
Would make some hearts flutter
But it makes mine burn
I cannot hold this candle
Your flame is too bright
My wick is broken
My matches used
I sit here freezing
As your arms try to warm me
My body warns me
Colder I become
Alone I will stay
I've been here before
No more, no more....
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