Need
I am unable to recast
The same sun that rose
The day that was our last
This isn’t what I chose
Glass between our paths
I had you in my grasp
The love was there I know it
I felt it in my hands
I know what the fuck I felt
And I want it back so bad
Goddamnit this is hell
But I'm good at fighting back
I don't need another chance
That's not a favor I'll ever ask
Things simply don't survive
If so failing to adapt
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