It's as if my heart is sewn to yours
And as we grow apart,
The threads are ripping out of mine.
You have the stronger heart.
But my soft heart can feel each tear
You barely even flinch
I can't tell if you feel at all
As you rip me stich by stich.
And now I'm here, all ripped and torn
And here is where I'll stay
Pieces of my heart still belong to you
But you've had your final say.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
It's as if my heart is sewn to yours
And as we grow apart,
The threads are ripping out of mine.
You have the stronger heart.
But my soft heart can feel each tear
You barely even flinch
I can't tell if you feel at all
As you rip me stich by stich.
And now I'm here, all ripped and torn
And here is where I'll stay
Pieces of my heart still belong to you
But you've had your final say.
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