I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."
I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."
I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.
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