my left arm
is that time i didn't ask
if you were okay
my left leg
is that fisrt time
i changed for the worse
my right leg
is that time I cried to you
and it broke you apart
my stomach
is the last time
i spoke to you
did i say that i love you?
my marks
are for the time
i wasn't awake
when you were dying
i'm marked with fault
i didn't do enough to save you
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
my left arm
is that time i didn't ask
if you were okay
my left leg
is that fisrt time
i changed for the worse
my right leg
is that time I cried to you
and it broke you apart
my stomach
is the last time
i spoke to you
did i say that i love you?
my marks
are for the time
i wasn't awake
when you were dying
i'm marked with fault
i didn't do enough to save you
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