| The light that once poured from my eyes is now flickering
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| The butterflies turned to moths
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| Deep breaths became shallow
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| Rotation of the Earth seemed to have slowed
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| The roots I felt were holding me down-Ripped from the soil
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| There was no lesson to be learned
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| The absolute worst part
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| Was constantly having you behind my eyelids
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| In the back of my ruined/ head
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| Knowing that I love (ed) you
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| While you had the same
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| Instead they were filled with a stranger
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| Who betrayed and left debris
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| Who left the walls scattered
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| And the roof thrown far away
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| Only to let the contents of my home suffer
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| While I lay in silence
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| Knowing I had to leave
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| Knowing
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| I could never live there again
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| There was no lesson to be learned
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| II
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| I am still ruined
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| Reverting to thoughts of that broken home
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| The doors were locked
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| So, I came in through the broken window
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| Just to look around through debris
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| Sift through memories of ash
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| Walk through halls that once held life
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| It’s bitter and freezing
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| Haunted, to say the least
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| I resent myself for taking the time
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| To revisit the shared vision
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| I held on through the storm
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| Tried to hold together all that I could
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| I’m not enough
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| With roots ripped from this soil, this house is no god damn home
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| Move on
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| There is nothing left for us here
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| Move on… There was nothing left for me there
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| Move on… There's nothing
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| Move on… There was no lesson to be learned |