[ Instantly, without thinking, Peregrine moves to take Farrah by the arms. It's instinct. It's her remembering last week, and just acting. ]
I know. It's— it's not okay, but you— I'm sorry, Farrah.
There is not a single word in the whole world That could describe the hurt. The dullest knife just sawing back and forth, And ripping through the softest skin there ever was.
How were you to know? Oh, how were you to know? And I, I hate to see your heart break.
And I I hate to see your heart break. I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close. But I've been there before. And I, I hate to see your heart break. I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close. But I've been there before.
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I know. It's— it's not okay, but you— I'm sorry, Farrah.
There is not a single word in the whole world
That could describe the hurt.
The dullest knife just sawing back and forth,
And ripping through the softest skin there ever was.
How were you to know?
Oh, how were you to know?
And I, I hate to see your heart break.
And I
I hate to see your heart break.
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close.
But I've been there before.
And I,
I hate to see your heart break.
I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close.
But I've been there before.