42. Bleeding
In the corner of your room,
There's a piano.
When we were together,
I never saw you play it.
But now my heart tells me
That you're sitting in front of it
And your fingertips are bleeding over the keys.
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42. Bleeding
42. Bleeding
In the corner of your room,
There's a piano.
When we were together,
I never saw you play it.
But now my heart tells me
That you're sitting in front of it
And your fingertips are bleeding over the keys.