1 jul 2012

Right under my feet there’s air made of bricks pulls me down turns me weak for you, I find myself repeating like a broken tune and I’m forever excusing your intentions, and I give in to my pretendings which forgive you each time. Without me knowing they melt my heart to stone.

I best tidy up my head I’m the only one in love I’m the only one in love. 

Each and every time I turn around to leave I feel my heart begin to burst and bleed, so desperately I try to link it with my head but instead I fall back to my knees. As you tear your way right through me I forgive you once again
without me knowing you’ve burnt my heart to stone.

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