It’s like lifting a tree from its root
Putting your heart out there for other people to shoot
Close my eyes and think of time
Before and after we thought it was a crime.
I’m lonely because I love
Think of details that people would not care of.
Why can’t this stop I wonder when every breeze hits me softly
Crazy to have thought this would pass so easily
White crystals in the sky told me stories
About you and me and how we are the sun and the moon
How you’d strike at 12
And I told you its noon.
Asking why still
Two separate halves make me ill
Beats faster and I ****
Me & myself again.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
It’s like lifting a tree from its root
Putting your heart out there for other people to shoot
Close my eyes and think of time
Before and after we thought it was a crime.
I’m lonely because I love
Think of details that people would not care of.
Why can’t this stop I wonder when every breeze hits me softly
Crazy to have thought this would pass so easily
White crystals in the sky told me stories
About you and me and how we are the sun and the moon
How you’d strike at 12
And I told you its noon.
Asking why still
Two separate halves make me ill
Beats faster and I ****
Me & myself again.
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