Love was in the sea that night,
Where all the broken hearts drifted to, And now I sit here cleaning them up and fixing them, Putting them on a self, and wait for takers.
She was the cutest thing on the block,
And he was much older, she loved him, he only used her.
Every night when her lights were on, you could hear her sobs threw the cracks in the wall, now...it hurts her to love. Shes Dreading the thought, because her love was to big for her lover.
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