let my guard down
thought I could
craft a new heart
or whatever might become one
eventually
I used
delicate things like trust,
and sympathy, among others,
shaping what should have been
a sign of healing
thought I could even
make you feel better
or hate yourself a little less, at least
round'n'round we go
turns out
I don't deserve a new heart
apparently
things like trust are not to be trusted
I guess
no-one ever really heals
from a single verse
(V případě, že jsou z tvých kreací spíš kreatury, je záhodno zkontrolovat, zda tvá Múza není spíš Sirénou.)
