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« The foreboding sense of impending happiness »
Him

By your heart strings I’m hanging from a dream,
Gently swinging in the warm autumn breeze.

Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up, no more.

Tip toeing along a strand of your hair suspended between,
These thoughts and actions miles above reality.

Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..

Come look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..

Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..
Look at the scars, smother a heart, opening up..