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That morning I woke up to a pain in my chest |
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while her dead eyes were still filled with tears |
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she didn't disappear, it was the latter |
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while her body laid as still as a stone |
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and the blade was still in her hand, shaking violently |
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as if it wanted nothing to do with her death |
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I tried to wake myself as if I was still dreaming |
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the lights in the sky were barely blinding |
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the shouts from the sea were barely silent |
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I slept to a dying dream, I awake to a living nightmare |
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the air was cold and so was she |
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my ribs gave way so I could breath |
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amongst the sheets were grains of sand |
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mixed in with blood and blade in hand |
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and I recall back to my dream |
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where I had seen her in the light |
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where the stars had held me back from her |
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where our voices tore a hole in the sky |
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and then the whale took her away |
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to a place where I can't go |
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and that was when she drew her sword |
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and cut her wrist real deep and slow |
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and as she did she broke in tears |
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and rid herself of a broken life |
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and everything had become clear |
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as soon as skin embraced the knife |
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how can I ever trust you if I can't trust myself? |
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my head hangs heavy over you |
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and I'm still triyng to wake you up |
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I tried to bring out the best in me |
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but I'll never be enough |
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these dreams are all I ever see |
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and you were haunting me in mine |
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I take the blade out of your hand |
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and hold you close for one last time |
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now I know why she never said goodnight |
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why couldn't you just speak to me? |
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I could've saved you |
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I can't believe that this is how it ends |
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I couldn't save you |