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I’ll just stand there

Breath breaking dead air

With these kinds of feelings

I’m such a bloody mess.

I’ll just lay there

Stare at the ceiling

With these kinds of feelings

So sick of counting sheep.

And I’m afraid of

Feeling alone

Because I’ve had my

Way with the truth

I don’t own

Anything

I haven’t stole

From you, I know.

There’s no excuse.

This is what’s left

Of me when you

Pass through that open door.

I have my desires and regrets,

But i’ll never forget that day we met.