We're two halves of the same song,
We'll just never be put back together.
We're two halves of the same song,
We're just not played together, anymore.
Under your hand I was an instrument,
A beating heart with a sing song touch.
And under my love, my voice, my touch,
You were magic, charming, debonaire.
I want to go back to being whole,
But I sound much better a hollow whore.
I hope you're never put with a sweeter tune,
Because the high notes make you flat and sour.
We're two halves of the same song,
We'll just never be put back together.
We're two halves of the same song,
We're just not played together, anymore.
A beating heart that echos and skips,
My blushes all go away with your charm,
But don't worry much because I have you,
In a broken, sad sort of stain on the lips way.
You'll try to be whole through other girls,
But you can never quite get back the feeling.
And don't let my sobs and cries flatter you,
Because I sound just as good alone and unfilled.
We're two halves of the same song,
But we can't be played as one now,
Hearts will mend, instruments will tune,
We still may remain as two parts. |
Submission Name: Two Halves(Of The Same Song)
