I can not be fixed cause I am already broken
Not torn in two nor torn in half
but into pieces that my dispearing eyes can not distinguish
Only imagining the lack of your existence... I was wrong
Instead now only to put this pain into actuality
Holding on to memories I let out confusion... allowing my heart to bleed
Drowning in my moruning, I remain mad
Not at you but at myself
Not torn in two nor torn in half
but into pieces that my dispearing eyes can not distinguish
Only imagining the lack of your existence... I was wrong
Instead now only to put this pain into actuality
Holding on to memories I let out confusion... allowing my heart to bleed
Drowning in my moruning, I remain mad
Not at you but at myself
This was really deep... I like the emotion that you put in here, at the same time, leaving some mystery...
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