These scars of mine make wounded rhymes tonight I dream of towns when you were mine so I Can’t keep it like a haunted heart bleeding
Close to mine I ranted I pleaded I beg it not to go For sorrow the only lover I've ever known Every night I rant I plead I beg it not to go
For sorrow is the only lover I can call my own. Oh sadness I am your boy
Guess i miss you a lot and you just dont ...
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