I whisper through borrowed lips
Truths I can't admit on my own
Neither to a willing ear nor a blank sheet
Nonetheless they mean nothing to you
Oh woe is me, oh what I know
Just some lines I've heard before
I don't own even these tears I shed
They're from this little heart you own
("I used to love you so sweet, the way kids love, the way I was supposed to. Then it turned greedy and true.")
Truths I can't admit on my own
Neither to a willing ear nor a blank sheet
Nonetheless they mean nothing to you
Oh woe is me, oh what I know
Just some lines I've heard before
I don't own even these tears I shed
They're from this little heart you own
("I used to love you so sweet, the way kids love, the way I was supposed to. Then it turned greedy and true.")
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