My heart has broken a thousand times, for you to be the person I loved before. My heart has made no attempt to calm the rage inside you feel with me. My heart has made no attempt to stop the thoughts in my head, the lies I have heard. I was brought up wrong, I know this, I was brought up hurtful and pathetic. I wish for things that will never come and want things that would soothe me for a moment.
But I crave for a different night, under a different moon. That is when I would win you back. That is when I would remember how my heart beats.
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