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silence, silence was the last word we spoke |
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it filled the air heavy with forevers |
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and the failing smells of yesterday |
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'this wasn't my intention...' is now a haunting |
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the ghost of whispering thoughts |
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i've bled these nights dry with tears |
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so here's to sleepless cold and dreams of insecurity |
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and like before i'm left with silence and the sound of a heart breaking |
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its pieces crumble to the floor |
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promise falls quiet between stillness and silence |
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i hear your voice say, 'my child, i will pick up the pieces' |
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promise falls quiet between stillness and silence |
