It's pounding. Pounds.
I hate the ache. My ache.
It can all be my fault.
Is my fault. My mistake.
It's so empty. I hear echo.
The hollow shell mimics the cry.
Copies the sound of the teardrop.
Replays the sound of a sigh.
Gone. Gone. Going? No, gone.
Not a sorry to be said.
Not a word to be heard.
Everything but your shadow has fled.
A pouring in the eyes. A leak in the heart.
No love. No love. Nothing left to lose.
I cut my foot on a piece of broken promise.
I should have worn shoes.
I feel a steady chill.
Must be the window pain.
I used to fix it. Doesn't matter now.
It'll just break again.
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
It's pounding. Pounds.
I hate the ache. My ache.
It can all be my fault.
Is my fault. My mistake.
It's so empty. I hear echo.
The hollow shell mimics the cry.
Copies the sound of the teardrop.
Replays the sound of a sigh.
Gone. Gone. Going? No, gone.
Not a sorry to be said.
Not a word to be heard.
Everything but your shadow has fled.
A pouring in the eyes. A leak in the heart.
No love. No love. Nothing left to lose.
I cut my foot on a piece of broken promise.
I should have worn shoes.
I feel a steady chill.
Must be the window pain.
I used to fix it. Doesn't matter now.
It'll just break again.
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