With dark circles yelling "you need some sleep"
They speak of the day it's all going to end
Of the dreadful day it's all going to end
Its one of those days when life takes a turn
When those walls you've built just crash and burn
There's nothing you can do, there's nothing to do
And when this day comes, love, I'll be there for you
When your throat is dry though you've quenched your thirst
And the red heart balloons go pop-they burst
Confetti flies and it slaps you in the face
The irony- Like a rose on a mace.
The scab falls off but the wound still bleeds
Its finally time to pull out the weeds
And all you have left is barren land
I'll stand by you, love, I'll hold your hand
There's nothing left to want anymore
You keep running when you know you're sore
And her very memory is agony
But guilt consumes, when you think of me
I remember the day you watched me leave
There were no tears, I saw you grieve
But now I see your pain, from a place high above
I forgive you, come join me, love.
Umm.. its a poem about a dead woman singing to the guy who broke her heart?
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