I used to cry myself to sleep at night
That was all, before he came
I thought love had to hurt to turn on right
but now he's here, it's not the same, it's not the same....
he fills me up, he gives me love
more love that I ever seen
he's all I got, he's all I got in this world
but he's all the man that I need
And in the morning when I kiss he's eyes, he takes me down
and knocks me strought
and in the evening when the moon is high
he holds me close and don't let go, he don't let go
--but then again, how do we mend a broken heart?
there are no spareparts,
no drafts, no cure...
it bleeds...
then it clots,
but it will always imprint a mark,
a scar, a mirror for bitter memories...
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