Bluebeard from Runners Club by montenegro

I will no longer yearn
my heart will settle not mourn
a tree and a hacksaw: led down to a crash
two mornings of winter: to look for him there
and I learned of the source
stuck in hell with the bluebeard
stuck in hell with an old friend
and he burns there beside me
doesn’t care of his ways
not a cup of coffee will warm me
the devil has spoken “it was not meant to be”
and in order to punish the flowers I picked, they were taken from me
a kiss and promise: had me down on my knees, pleading for my man and me
no longer a bright side, just what he sees
stuck in hell with the bluebeard
stuck in hell with an old friend
and he burns there beside me
doesn’t care of his ways
not a cup of coffee will warm me

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