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Jan 2019
I'm tired
And I can barely stand
This empire I've built in sand
Collapsed,
I can't fill the tracks
Pain feels fresh as air
I was breathless
You swore you were scared
I got the message
Every night you weren't there
You left me here alone
Next to fear, the closest thing to home
Your ghost floats in the hall
Any time I get close
She jumps in the wall
Your exactly the same
Except for the fact one of you stayed
Both of you love stupid little games
I wish Cupid never came
At least he saved you
I remain the same
The aarow must still stick to my brain
It's like a guilt trip every time I slip
I forget to give up
So I wait till fate reunites our love
In this place where it fell apart
A pile of sand, standing by my heart
That used to be our empire
It collapsed, and tore our world apart
Written by
Steve Shoemaker  29/M/Hell
(29/M/Hell)   
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