| I’d rather see you as the bright light that you used to be,
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| than the faded star leading me astray.
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| With misguided steps, I was losing myself.
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| And you, you were always walking away.
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| The memory of what could have been is all I have haunting me, tearing out the
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| stitches in the wounds of my heart that used to be.
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| Every rain cloud paints my name in the dead sky, and I,
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| I can’t move on when the downpour’s drowning me out.
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| The winter stiffens my skin straight, so I can stand up while my faith
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| evaporates, but my shoulders are weighed down by the taste of your name.
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| I thought it would be so easy to spit it out, like love never crossed my tongue,
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| but it’s stuck in the back my throat and it’s cold and alone and it’s dead and
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| it’s goneblinded, bound down, faded, numb. |