Black Circles

Bells were chiming, chiming
You are not really so charming, charming
You just happen to have a nice face
Crows were cowing, cowing
But I don't want just your body, body
Coz it all leads to certain disgrace
If the hand that you hold isn't moving
And your man leaves but scent in your bed
You just have to believe that it's over
You just have to believe that it's dead
And you go on your own way instead

Walls were falling, falling
But I never heard you calling, calling
Coz when you call you crawl down on your face
If you're walking on eggshells and needles
And you're sick of holding your breath
You just have to believe that it's over
You just have to give it a rest
When your pillow is made of sandpaper
For his presence is lesser and less
Did you know you were one of my heroes?
Do you care, you were one of the best

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