Lonely Lover, Only Lover
I can hear sadness in your voice.
It sounds like a needle stuck in your throat.
And you can't seem to say what you feel.
I can tell your face is getting warm but your body feels cold.
You're nervous.
Hopeless.
Because I broke you.
Once again.
Sorry can't fix the death of your soul.
But I know what can.
The remnants left of my broken heart to mend with yours.
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