Thursday, December 21, 2017

Sunday Morning, I Realized

There's something about it
I can't place it
Your arms are filled with ammo
But your heart is vacant

Well maybe if I shot you
I'd find movement
But there's something strange about it
And I can't shake it
No, I can't - I can't shake it.

Tragedy strikes the heart the fool
I knew you were too good to be true
I've fallen in love with a girl of stone
She makes me feel both loved and alone

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