I sing myself ballads,
And cry o'er your letters.
You said this would be better,
Did you forget what we had?
Lovesick, delirious.
I'm thinking of us,
All of that love
That there once was.
Dear, you've forgotten me.
Stranger, you loved me.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
I sing myself ballads,
And cry o'er your letters.
You said this would be better,
Did you forget what we had?
Lovesick, delirious.
I'm thinking of us,
All of that love
That there once was.
Dear, you've forgotten me.
Stranger, you loved me.
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