I told myself I'll be moving on,
I know I should be moving on,
But I hate the fact that in every moment,
A part of my heart you've stolen.
And now it's missing its pieces
Broken, almost battered against the floor
Because my heart that misses
Is what tethers me to you, for more.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
I told myself I'll be moving on,
I know I should be moving on,
But I hate the fact that in every moment,
A part of my heart you've stolen.
And now it's missing its pieces
Broken, almost battered against the floor
Because my heart that misses
Is what tethers me to you, for more.
I wish I hadn't been such a fool
