Look what you've done to me?
The heart of me it's not part of me.
I'm folding back into myself.
See?
It's at the heart of me,
Part of me, wants to be deaf, blind and dumb.
I want to hear the sound of my heart beating,
leading me out, I'd rather stumble blind than fall away.
Can it be?
The ripples of your sorrow, now tidal waves,
Breaking on my stony shore.
My heart's not yours to borrow anymore.
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