| I’ve spent this time in the company of all my vices at the mercy of a mind
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| running tired and endless
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| When I close my eyes and fall asleep every night these past few weeks I find
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| myself with you again. |
| Still sharing breaths still holding hands but I wake
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| fast and gasp for air if what’s not real is all still there
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| Never had an honest answer. |
| Face the brutal truth. |
| Found no trace of hope in a
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| wasted you. |
| You’re a wilting flower with dying roots. |
| Burnt out the candle that
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| went like our faded youth
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| Her life is comfortable and grounded by aesthetics
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| Shallow as they come in your own shadow of death. |
| Treading light enough just to
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| save some breath
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| Caught in the undertow of your waves I sense the tides are rising slow like
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| your entitlement
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| Your heart has changed and dragged me out. |
| What happened to the love we found
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| or what I defined because I believed the words you wrote and spoke to me
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| Never had an honest answer. |
| Face the brutal truth. |
| Found no trace of hope in a
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| wasted you. |
| You’re a wilting flower with dying roots. |
| Burnt out the candle that
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| went like our faded youth
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| A white picket fence, yet a lack of substance. |
| Your empty hands placed hope in
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| circumstance |