Feel the sun heat my very essence
Some how my love is still here
I thought i left it...
In that other life and that different body
When I wasn't the only one trying to stop me,
Back when the glass was new
Now all my pieces are stuck tight with glue
I know it's my fault for giving you a key
Never thought it would lead to this breaking
My heart, I hear it and I am sad
I cant let it out, it gets broken to fast
I guess that's what i get for being made of glass
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
Feel the sun heat my very essence
Some how my love is still here
I thought i left it...
In that other life and that different body
When I wasn't the only one trying to stop me,
Back when the glass was new
Now all my pieces are stuck tight with glue
I know it's my fault for giving you a key
Never thought it would lead to this breaking
My heart, I hear it and I am sad
I cant let it out, it gets broken to fast
I guess that's what i get for being made of glass
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