You live and let die, All the previous relationships. That served only, To tear your heart into pieces.
What used to matter so much, Only withers and dies. To be forgotten, But what was taken is not.
Every piece someone takes away, Is always gone once removed. But some day will come, When you heart is whole again.
A tear here, A break there, And you feel, That no one cares.
But a person will come, Who will give their own, To make whole again, What once was torn.
They put back together, With pieces of their own, Your heart that was torn. And such a sacrifice that was never known.
Because a person will come, Who will give their own, To make whole again, What once was torn
Marickson · Mon Jan 12, 2009 @ 11:00pm · 0 Comments |