Conner

 you can’t breathe

What do you do?

Do you heave?

Scream?

Believe

That as you lay there all alone

Someone will come running?

But I’m not Evan, I’ll never have a connor

And that just makes my story a little bit darker

Maybe if I scream just a little bit louder

Pound my fists a little bit harder

Than maybe I’ll find my Connor

 

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