And so I sit
Headphones on the floor
3 am
Not a sound in the house
You tell me you need a minute
I tell you that's fine
And I'm sorry
After hours of waiting I go to sleep
Hoping I can make it up to you in the morning
When I open my eyes
Every trace of you is gone
But I should've seen that coming by now
No one is ever different
We all fade in and out of people's lives
Coming and going as we wish
And never caring for those who sit in silence
With the knowledge they will always be abandoned
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
And so I sit
Headphones on the floor
3 am
Not a sound in the house
You tell me you need a minute
I tell you that's fine
And I'm sorry
After hours of waiting I go to sleep
Hoping I can make it up to you in the morning
When I open my eyes
Every trace of you is gone
But I should've seen that coming by now
No one is ever different
We all fade in and out of people's lives
Coming and going as we wish
And never caring for those who sit in silence
With the knowledge they will always be abandoned
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