You've laced all of my passion with doubt
These memories were short but loud as hell
Now I'm trapped in my thoughts with no way out
and whenever I see you out, I can tell-
that I gave you a piece of me
I couldn't afford to give so freely
the waves are high and I can't breathe
now the shores disappearing and I cannot see
Tell me, does your memory
float around to thoughts of me?
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
You've laced all of my passion with doubt
These memories were short but loud as hell
Now I'm trapped in my thoughts with no way out
and whenever I see you out, I can tell-
that I gave you a piece of me
I couldn't afford to give so freely
the waves are high and I can't breathe
now the shores disappearing and I cannot see
Tell me, does your memory
float around to thoughts of me?
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