I tore a little shred of me
and handed it to you
in your eyes you saw my remnants
and told me I was selfish.
The chimes that grip your heart
they slide their nails in mine
but because I immortalize a ‘losing deal’
I slide them further in.
the masterplan of drawingboards
I tore a little shred of me
and handed it to you
in your eyes you saw my remnants
and told me I was selfish.
The chimes that grip your heart
they slide their nails in mine
but because I immortalize a ‘losing deal’
I slide them further in.
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