Your tongue is sharp
But I miss the taste of it
You say time heals
There's not enough for this
The lesson sad and cruel to keep
To lock the door to hide the key
To hear you cast a spell asleep
To still have hours left to sleep
Your fill is crowded
And there is still
No place for someone
Like me to feel
Turn off the clock
But I know the lack of it
Turn off the clock
But I'm losing track of it
The lesson sad and cruel to keep
To lock the door to go to sleep
I know the time can heal and kills
You're giving me the shields
Your fill is crowded
And there is still
No place for someone
Like me to feel
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