Instead of having a key made
I shaved down the walls of my heart to make you fit
But In the end all Im left with is the damaged lock of our connection —
And the notion that I am so desperate to be cared for, that I would damage my own security.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Instead of having a key made
I shaved down the walls of my heart to make you fit
But In the end all Im left with is the damaged lock of our connection —
And the notion that I am so desperate to be cared for, that I would damage my own security.
But I still love you
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