Flutterby
Broken hearted with no regrets
Sitting here wishing i could fly.
These wings are crippled and of no use
Grounded
Watching time pass me by.
The sky is the darkest of reds,
Painted with a thousand lonely hearts...
just hold me close
Its still too early to go
Dry your eyes, the deepest of blues
I love to watch you cry.
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