Apr 8
To love
And love
And love and love and love
With such reckless abondon
It's as if I have no choice
But to let my heart bleed out on the floor before me
I think I lose more than I try to give
Tell me,
How can I make my heart beat less?
How can I quell it's waves so that I won't rupture in two?
So that I need not stitch myself back together after every small scratch?
And love
And love and love and love
With such reckless abondon
It's as if I have no choice
But to let my heart bleed out on the floor before me
I think I lose more than I try to give
Tell me,
How can I make my heart beat less?
How can I quell it's waves so that I won't rupture in two?
So that I need not stitch myself back together after every small scratch?
I realize that I'll never receive the same kind of love that I so readily give away
To others, it's seems
As if it was of little triumph
When to me, it was my everything
To others, it's seems
As if it was of little triumph
When to me, it was my everything
(21/Trans/Washington)
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