I was seeing things as the blind.
Hearing things like the deaf-eumped.
And I was doing things like a child.
Because I thought you were my angel.
Trusted you though being very careful.
I never thought of it this way.
Thats why am still calling you.
So please my dearest somebody,
Return to my shattered heart.
As there is always means to amend.
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