You said all the things that I wanna hear
Did things that I wanted to feel
There's something special, I knew
but I was holding back
afraid of pain
afraid of going back
in that gloomy old nook
crying myself to sleep
writing love songs of broken hearts,
broken tunes for bleeding hearts
I was chained with these
and you are free
It was a recipe for misery
Didn't look, but you were still there
I never asked, never asked how you felt
I didn't see what I was waiting for,
what I needed was in front of me
And now that I'm ready...
he's not free :(
Words stung me to my core
like shards of glass that poked flesh.
All the imaginings of the heart,
of you and me--- crushed.
All the melodies I used to sing in my head,
Unfinished.
The love I wish I could give,
Broken.
In that gloomy old nook, I sat
Perfectly lonely.
Crying myself to sleep.
Singing of a broken heart.
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