Save my heart from being stolen,
And placed into a glass of pain.
I’ve been feeling sick for many years —
And nobody’s presence can drive it away.
Be my peace and be my heaven,
Let me look at you and be sure
That you will never leave me —
Bring me back some Christmas magic.
Fill my empty heart with pure love,
With steadfast truth and tender smile.
My eyes are drowning in the lies around —
Be my clear water in a dirty ocean.
I can be fresh milk,
And you can be strong black tea.
We could smell like English morning,
In our own beautiful fairytale.
If you never come to find me,
Time will tear my soul apart.
Crowds will destroy the hope that’s left inside —
Are we really meant to be in this lifetime?
Lock yourself inside my chest,
I will guard your soul and life.
But be careful with me —
Don’t let my mind ruin us.
Glass of pain
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