Dry as my tear ducts, you’ve hurt me.
You may have not meant to
But my hearts been fused right through
I’m here, your still here to
But what can I do
To turn back on these lights
When, my heart barely beats for you…
When, my heart barely beats for you…
When, my heart barely beats for you…
I swear, where I was once warm,
I’ve become cold, like a graveyard worm.
Dry as my tear ducts, you’ve hurt me.
What am I supposed to do?
Can someone make me warm, happy again.
I’m here, your still here to
But what can I do
To turn back on these lights
On these cold, distant black nights.
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