Remembering our broken truce
Always hear your sorry excuse
It whispers softly in my ear
I feel you in the atmosphere
Haunt my dreams and haunt my sleep
And in the night, I feel you creep.
The way I wish the flames weren’t dead,
How I just want you out of my head.
This mournful plea to just be free
For you to be no part of me.
I’ve lived a little, but mostly a lie.
I don’t want to wish you nearby.
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