You tell me that you’re leaving
All set to go with bags
I hope that I was dreaming
When you tore my soul to rags
A glazed stare into skies
My emotions are all raging
When the iron bird flies
From the house it’s caged in
You’ve left me behind
And this I understand
Now you’re gone you'll find
You have my heart in your hand
Take care not to break it
As fragile is its state
We were never meant to make it
But I don’t believe in fate
When your trip comes to an end
And you think of not my name
One last favour as a friend
Leave my heart in baggage claim
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