You left me with my headphones
So I wouldn’t hear you snore
You left me with my hands folded
Standing at the door
You left me with my butterscotch
That was wrapped in plastic squares
You left me with my favorite socks
The ones with matching pairs
You left me with my dignity
But, left me hollow to the core
Still, I had to set you free
So you could spread your wings and soar
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
You left me with my headphones
So I wouldn’t hear you snore
You left me with my hands folded
Standing at the door
You left me with my butterscotch
That was wrapped in plastic squares
You left me with my favorite socks
The ones with matching pairs
You left me with my dignity
But, left me hollow to the core
Still, I had to set you free
So you could spread your wings and soar
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