Those sleepless nights, repeat themselves.
The thought of you leaving me out in the open,
Leaving bruised and broken.
I’m numb feeling no emotion.

The accumulation of dust on my bookshelves,
Is the evidence that I haven’t moved in days.
I might be permanently stuck in this haze.
Those sleepless nights, I beg for you to stay.

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Thinking you were once my home
You were the one
But you are neither
I'm just any other emporium

Come and go as you please
Just like everyone else
There are no variety goods here
I'll make my own nest

I'm not yours
You are not mine

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