| Let down: I’m constantly.
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| Years count so why am I distant now?
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| And the lies that you tied 'round,
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| My neck had me held down.
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| And I’ll waste with the earth.
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| So why find the fear to say,
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| «I'll hold you against me»?
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| Like a hole in my chest,
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| Where regret and disappointment lay.
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| Like my father would teach me
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| If he hadn’t cowered away.
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| My hands, they’re weak.
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| The earth stains me as I dig through the dirt.
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| My soul, I bury deep,
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| Into the ground where you left me.
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| Just to feel you, it kills me,
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| So I hold you against me.
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| I found the letter that night:
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| You wrote it back to me,
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| «I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
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| In this house with you here.
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| Dear if you’re reading this,
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| It’s killing me.»
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| I found the letter that night:
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| I wrote it in my sleep,
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| «I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
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| In this house with you here.
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| Dear if you’re reading this,
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| It’s you and it kills me.»
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| Just to feel you, it kills me.
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| Just to feel you, it kills me.
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| Just to feel you, it kills me. |