Sandra Toure

Rookie (10/29/1993 / New York)

Move On

Half my heart is breaking
The other explodes with a “boom”
I gathered my confidence as I enter the room
To know you’re with another makes my heart bleed with dread
When I saw the wedding ring I knew our love was dead
As I pack my things I sing our song
I guess there’s nothing left to say
I have to move on

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