I’ve taken my chances

I danced and fell

I can meet you

Chat you up and eat you

I can give you what I own

Steal you what I don’t

Now almost an empty shell

I need to carry on

I need this tiny piece of heart

To stay alive

And now you want me

Find the missing pieces

In my past

To reclaim

Because I can’t

So don’t ask me to love you



 
 

 
 

 
 
 
 
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