Goldpokal

de Petra Flurr

This is the heart you will break in good time
The blood's already on your hands
Vulnerability takes my ability to speak
And I can't stand
Imagining the consequences of
Our choice to take a chance
Thinking this much of our not far off future
Will surely drive me
Mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad

I am temporary I leave nothing but a dull ache
And I am not a tattoo
I won't be there to remind you
Of the reason why we were
When I'm gone
I'm gone forever

And this is not a game
I swear I am so scared
But please don't let go just yet
If I'm gonna break might as well make it perfect
Mad, mad, mad, mad
Mad, mad, mad, mad

I am temporary I leave nothing but a dull ache
And I am not a tattoo
I won't be there to remind you
Of the reasons why we were when I'm gone
I'm gone forever

And I'm gone, and I'm gone, and I'm gone, and I'm gone, and I'm gone

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