| Remember when you promised that you would never leave me?
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| That your heart would never stop shining the light
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| That kept me warm during the winter
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| And whole when it was summer
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| And holds me like no other light before
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| Like the petals of a flower taking chance in its abundance
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| Take for granted what they gave you every day
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| But when autumn takes them back
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| I don’t know who to ask
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| I haven’t left the house in ages, I’m so scared that I am dying
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| Pray to God that I’m not ready, slow my heart, and keep on trying
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| To tidy up the mess that I’ve been making most of my life
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| And continue making music that I know you only like
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| Listening to when you’re in my shoes
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| Remember when you promised that this would never happen?
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| It said so in the letter that you wrote
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| Now I’m so cold during the winter
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| I want to die when it’s summer
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| I hope you die when another has your heart
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| And smashes it into irreparable pieces
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| And leaves them on a cold, tile floor
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| Projected to the open where your mother can clearly see them
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| As she steps over the mess that you once were
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| So they’ll be forced to lie right there next to mine |