domingo, 2 de diciembre de 2012

Heart of Blue

I don't know where I belong in this city, everyone's around, everyone's crowding me and I lost the space where I breathe; stuck to the ground is a lonely place to be, stuck to the ground is a lonely place to be.
And all I can do is miss you, see your face on the photograph but I can't kiss you, and a text or a call just won't do. Will you heal my heart of blue?
I walk each pace on my own in this city. Eyes on the floor. Head full of self pity, such a funny day, such a crazy way to go. Such a funny day, such a crazy way to go. 

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