Mistake.
To me, this seems natural.
The promises I weave with
a practiced tongue and the
way you wrap yourself in
them only to have me trap you;
nice and tightly.
I know your heart is breaking
and it's music to my ears.
Broken hearts are the
soundtrack of my life.
I am nothing to myself
but everything to you.
That was your biggest mistake.
The promises I weave with
a practiced tongue and the
way you wrap yourself in
them only to have me trap you;
nice and tightly.
I know your heart is breaking
and it's music to my ears.
Broken hearts are the
soundtrack of my life.
I am nothing to myself
but everything to you.
That was your biggest mistake.