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I dropped a dime(lost diamond)
I dropped a dime(lost diamond)
Sometimes in life, you throw fortunes away for junk
Your eyes can be blinded
You are brain is washable
Your body desires everything
Never forget!
Heart’s the engine
It runs everything. Listen to it
A four walled chest stores our first kiss still
Now I just remember these dead rosés used to be pink
On Valentine’s Day, the drunken kiss
I know, your broken heart killed it
Oh my dear angel how could I not reminisce
The summer walks at nights
Our childish play fights
Sometimes I still scream your name at night
When I dream
I see you with him and my bed suffocating me
And then I see you treat him like me
I feel like I’m starring at us in the mirror
But it’s a broken mirror
A broken smile struggling through a broken heart
I see you broken in hundred parts
my heart reports a missing dime
I feel my pretty long lost diamond
Sometimes I listen to soul songs in daytime
But no longer sounds or feels the same
It feels like I’m listening to doves cry
It is sad and lonely not a life for a man to ever try
I do think of you
If you come back i do promise
To repair your heart
Rebuild our walls of trust
And renew every broken part
Caused or not caused by my act
-I will make it all pure and new-
Sometimes in life, you throw fortunes away for junk
Your eyes can be blinded
You are brain is washable
Your body desires everything
Never forget!
Heart’s the engine
It runs everything. Listen to it
A four walled chest stores our first kiss still
Now I just remember these dead rosés used to be pink
On Valentine’s Day, the drunken kiss
I know, your broken heart killed it
Oh my dear angel how could I not reminisce
The summer walks at nights
Our childish play fights
Sometimes I still scream your name at night
When I dream
I see you with him and my bed suffocating me
And then I see you treat him like me
I feel like I’m starring at us in the mirror
But it’s a broken mirror
A broken smile struggling through a broken heart
I see you broken in hundred parts
my heart reports a missing dime
I feel my pretty long lost diamond
Sometimes I listen to soul songs in daytime
But no longer sounds or feels the same
It feels like I’m listening to doves cry
It is sad and lonely not a life for a man to ever try
I do think of you
If you come back i do promise
To repair your heart
Rebuild our walls of trust
And renew every broken part
Caused or not caused by my act
-I will make it all pure and new-
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