domingo, 3 de mayo de 2009

I broke her hand

I broke her hand and it sound to me as I broke her heart, while inadvertently, and sadly
Oh I broke her hand and I know such crime shall rest upon my head till I can make it up for her
Oh I broke her hand and I suffer seeing my hands working altogether, And just fine
And fuck I broke her hand and crushed all of my head apart
Hence I varely can sleep as the bottles break free outside of my house some drunk asshole tears them against the floor while I just listen and cry
For heck I broke her hand, I who shall protect her.
I broke her hand and I know the times of the bleesing are gone between this sickness that forbid us to see each other daily.
So I shall just suffer and pay for I broke her hand.

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