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Oct 2018
Looking up at this ceiling I'm left with this empty feeling
A hollow hole in my chest where your head last rest
These late nights spent thinking of you consumes every aspiration
Except the actions that end with me being with you, my only destination
A ruthless contraption without satisfaction
Does this misery mean nothing to you
What about this pain you put me through
Holding onto every memory you so kindly leave with me
Until I'm sick and on one knee begging you please
Would you just look at me and tell me what it is you see
Cause when I look at you all I see is everything I need
Diction
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