Like leaves falling down
Crumbling listening to Freddy
As he sang the ballad so sadly
Helplessly I succumb and drown
Such are matters of the heart
No one is ever too cunning or smart
For the cause we become foundlings
Victims we are nothing but weaklings
So what is there to deliberate
“You broken my heart” Freddy says
“Bring it home to me” and he prays.
But there’s only heartbreak to calibrate
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Like leaves falling down
Crumbling listening to Freddy
As he sang the ballad so sadly
Helplessly I succumb and drown
Such are matters of the heart
No one is ever too cunning or smart
For the cause we become foundlings
Victims we are nothing but weaklings
So what is there to deliberate
“You broken my heart” Freddy says
“Bring it home to me” and he prays.
But there’s only heartbreak to calibrate
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