I’ll walk each pace on my own in this city. Searching through the maze that won’t lead me home. Eye’s on the floor, head full of self pity. Such a crazy day, such a funny way to go
And all I can do is miss you, see your face on a photograph, but I can’t kiss you. And a text or a call just won’t do. Won’t you heal my heart of blue?
I still remember your promises, you always said you would be better off a part of this. So why do I feel like I’m winning a loser’s games? It’s such a shame. But should I erase every thought of you?
Tekst: Heart of blue – Shannon Saunders
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