I remember a time when I had a heart
A time when we were a work of art
I remember when I could touch the moon
When thoughts of you filled me like a balloon
I remember how it felt to be perfectly fine
How I thought that I would call you mine
I remember how it feels to be fractured inside
I lost count of how many times I cried
I remember you
I remember you
And how I became little boy blue
When my heart was left to wither too
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
I remember a time when I had a heart
A time when we were a work of art
I remember when I could touch the moon
When thoughts of you filled me like a balloon
I remember how it felt to be perfectly fine
How I thought that I would call you mine
I remember how it feels to be fractured inside
I lost count of how many times I cried
I remember you
I remember you
And how I became little boy blue
When my heart was left to wither too
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