A wee rhythm wafts out in my tears…
I cling to her hand, cause –
It might not last.
A wee rhythm burns me in flares…
She jilts me, cause –
I peeked at her past.
A wee rhythm still scratches my scars…
I want her back, cause –
She’s my soul, she’s a must!
A wee rhythm that she ignited earlier…
It’s nothing but my heart’s glare.
Each dawn pumps it up high;
I can’t cease it, tell me why!
Tell me how you plunge into slumber,
Without my lullaby!
Tell me how I can tell off this remorse,
cage it before I break into a cry!
Tell me when you will snuggle me again…
Or just show me a way to stop this rhythm!
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