It's deafening here
I hear your message clear
Static builds in lines empty
I color in old books of hearts and initials
Crumbled and lost beneath a bed
So I manage to take the train
Another way
Another day
I walk boldly away
But I'm lying if I didn't say
My heart at the station is where it stays
A friend once told me
You can't quiet mad love
So instead it's scattered in ryhmns
In letters
I can go
You say please let go
It's like breaking gold .
So here I go
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