Your eyes are blue;
Dark Water over stones...
I am glass.
Fragile, broken, shattered and glued back...
If I died, would you regret not returning my call?
Or would you wish you'd never ignored it at all...
It melts your bones to water, freezes blood inside...
A ripple effect in the ocean, one teardrop that...
Hey baby, will you come with me to dance?
Its easy baby, just take my hands...
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True love is dying inside when they're with someone else, and still being happy for them. |