Last night. Through the gate. Through the front door. Following me. Up the unlit staircase. Eyes covered by his hair.
Yellow paper. A letter. A thief with a letter. For me. Fear. Courage. Self. And self. One against the other.
The whispers. The silence. The moon against the city lights. The rain against the tears. The thief. Without a gun. Without a dagger.
I saw him. I was awake. When he stole it from me. I cried. And cried. Happy, he did it.
A thief. Who had to leave. Who didn't want to. Who stole my heart away. Who was robbed of his own.
'Cause I was just another thief. Who stole his heart again.
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