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And it happens again When least expected I confess what should've been What I could've had The last of your words Burning on the edge of my lips Won't carry me to past moments Won't change what I hoped Could've been undone The outline of your words Paint a picture behind swollen lids And your voice chases me To the far corner of my mind As a reminder of what's left The memories Instigating each breath The pain as sharp As a thousand goodbyes And yet It's still Nothing compared To all the faith I had in you And how its shards Still scrambled Lay at your doorstep I remember to stay up all night With the stars Cause sleeping is for dreamers And this is my reality But maybe one day This game will grow old And these words Will just simply be a stain On the past You don't need regret To fix what you left broken Just pick up the pieces for me And I'll hope to God That we get through Cause this is bigger than us.
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