the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
my heart is broken
it really is
i cant eat
i cant sleep
everytime the phone rings
my pulse leaps
but it's never for me
its never him
i know it is my own fault
i messed up everything
it doesn't really matter
the wound is still there
i had a perfect chance at love
and i blew it
'cos even though my eyes were open
i couldn't see
i didn't want to
and now i'm paying the price
words spilled @ 11:18 AM /
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