The balcony
Got my hair so long hiding all my secrets, got my pens all broken after writing my feelings. Now, I'm sitting here, at the balcony, watching people kiss, with my bitter lips. Again, I'm sitting here, at the balcony, watching people love as my heart gets hit. Wake up scared at night, i had vivid nightmares, you were still all mine, 'til the storm just fucked it. Here again, at the balcony, one more time, feeling lost and sick. We were all, now i got nothing, just my heart, and his dying heartbeat.
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