The Wishing Well
Take my hands and walk me down
to the place you saw me drown
in the lies you always tell
leave me at the wishing well.
wishes washing over lies
still my heart ,and fill my eyes
flowing tears for what you said,
take me down and find me dead.
Dead inside to all you do,
eyes of glass and heart untrue
take me down to where I fell
so in love
the wishing well.
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