I lie on the floor and listen to Nina Simone
Break my already broken heart
I listen to her wail, her moan
Staring at my stippled ceiling
Her voice makes me feel a little less alone
The spinning stops and I start
Making a song of my own
Until my heart starts healing
Break my already broken heart
I listen to her wail, her moan
Staring at my stippled ceiling
Her voice makes me feel a little less alone
The spinning stops and I start
Making a song of my own
Until my heart starts healing
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