How can you manage...
How can you manage to stay away?
The pain it causes…
I can barely breathe;
Tell me your secrets.
How do you just walk away?
At the end of the night,
When you sleep in an empty bed,
Knowing what you’ve done;
Who you’ve slayed.
Can you count all the ways you’ve gone wrong?
Can you count that high?
I don’t think I can…
How many people have you hurt?
Can you fix that?
Are you going to try?
Night after night you lay there thinking,
Just lay there,
I want you to feel the pain of lives you’ve destroyed.
The lives you left behind.
The things you can’t fix.
How dare you sleep?
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