Remember the words you told me,
nothing will ever tear us apart?
Problem was I thought I had this right,
but it's coming from the bottom of my heart.
Lately I don't trust my brain,
one sentence I'm willing to say,
I don't blame you that it's going down this way.
Guess it's too late to say the right things,
the person who supposed to love you,
let you fly years with broken wings.
I riped your heart from the tiny envelope,
your lust couldn't save us both,
left with no warning and words unspoke.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 3:09 PM UTC
Remember the words you told me,
nothing will ever tear us apart?
Problem was I thought I had this right,
but it's coming from the bottom of my heart.
Lately I don't trust my brain,
one sentence I'm willing to say,
I don't blame you that it's going down this way.
Guess it's too late to say the right things,
the person who supposed to love you,
let you fly years with broken wings.
I riped your heart from the tiny envelope,
your lust couldn't save us both,
left with no warning and words unspoke.
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