Do Not Disturb Me
Do not disturb me.
I am dying.
We should have known
Not to fiddle with love.
Broken heart strings say,
“This is it.
We didn’t plan
For the falling and crying.”
It’s so quiet now, save
For our screaming hearts and minds.
The end has come.
Now that I know what the price is,
I don’t want to pay.
I don’t want to pay,
Now that I know what the price is.
The end has come
For our screaming hearts and minds.
It’s so quiet now, save
For the falling and crying.
We didn’t plan;
This is it.
Broken heart strings say
Not to fiddle with love.
We should have known.
I am dying.
Do not disturb me.
I am dying.
We should have known
Not to fiddle with love.
Broken heart strings say,
“This is it.
We didn’t plan
For the falling and crying.”
It’s so quiet now, save
For our screaming hearts and minds.
The end has come.
Now that I know what the price is,
I don’t want to pay.
I don’t want to pay,
Now that I know what the price is.
The end has come
For our screaming hearts and minds.
It’s so quiet now, save
For the falling and crying.
We didn’t plan;
This is it.
Broken heart strings say
Not to fiddle with love.
We should have known.
I am dying.
Do not disturb me.
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