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I'm just a stopover For you to relax in You read your book on the train You hear the songs of longing Overlooking the window I'm just a stopover On your long journey You put your head on my chest And your head is full of her You take my heart, and your heart is hers I'm just a stopover Just a passing song That you forget the words to You stutter my name, and call me by hers I planted a garden Filled with love But you gave it back And turned to a single rose She gave to you She, whom you want She, who does not want you You run after her like a stray dog Begging for affection Happy for a piece of bread that she gives to you Waiting for a word from her And ignoring the songs I wrote for you I'm just a stopover She is your stray road Your final destination A deserted city And there you are, On the ruins crying The house I built for you is abandoned My poor heart is abandoned Which burns when I see your eyes when you look at her When I see you are still hugging her clothes I remained silent As I have sworn not to talk I swore not to mention her I swore that I’ll bite my tongue, swallow my pride and my fear And you swore to yourself That you will always be hers Even if she’s not yours Even if I gave you all of me.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Houses made out of clay
I'm just a stopover For you to relax in You read your book on the train You hear the songs of longing Overlooking the window I'm just a stopover On your long journey You put your head on my chest And your head is full of her You take my heart, and your heart is hers I'm just a stopover Just a passing song That you forget the words to You stutter my name, and call me by hers I planted a garden Filled with love But you gave it back And turned to a single rose She gave to you She, whom you want She, who does not want you You run after her like a stray dog Begging for affection Happy for a piece of bread that she gives to you Waiting for a word from her And ignoring the songs I wrote for you I'm just a stopover She is your stray road Your final destination A deserted city And there you are, On the ruins crying The house I built for you is abandoned My poor heart is abandoned Which burns when I see your eyes when you look at her When I see you are still hugging her clothes I remained silent As I have sworn not to talk I swore not to mention her I swore that I’ll bite my tongue, swallow my pride and my fear And you swore to yourself That you will always be hers Even if she’s not yours Even if I gave you all of me.
Noorr
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
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