sâmbătă, 23 decembrie 2017


You're the only thing I let in that could put me to the grave.

Every day I work at myself, so that can't be true anymore
Or possible.
Either way, I live in fear
Fear that one day you'll come back and ask for what is rightfully yours
That which I promised you, my heart.
So this is why I work so hard
So that it is no longer yours to ask for
So that if you ever try to take anything else from me
I can say I changed.
All the furniture in the house - it'll be gone.
But right now, I don't have the money for something new.

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