My long forgotten body
Pulses
With the glow of what could have been
        
 If you take my beating heart
out of my
Ice cold chest
You’ll see
My long forgotten body
Pulses
With the glow of what could have been
        
 If you take my beating heart
out of my
Ice cold chest
You’ll see
I don’t remember
Was it real life or a dream?
Looked back; I was gone
She sat on a bench in the park when I passed her and I said
Who are you waiting for and she said
He’ll come
He’ll come and I left and I came back and she was still there
He’ll come
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