There are things that I saw living inside you
Stolen fruit
Faded pictures of lives we lived do you remember?
One decision
There is no way to reach you
There is nothing to
In here
I'm pulling away
I can't feel
Your hands on my face
Right
Sitting and waiting
I'm lying there
I feel your fingers are
Since you've gone I cant see clearEverything just turns to
Whats happened to me? Everything falls through.This can't be real.
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