Persephone
If the simple motion of living
Meant I was alive
That I could breath, spin, dance
And I had nothing to hide
I would be dead
For I cannot breathe
Dancing does not come easy
And I would like to leave
I made you that promise
And I stand by it
I never lied to you before
And I will not start now
But the only way to keep
The promise that I made
Is to move through time
And leave you
It is too painful
So I drag your memory behind
How far will I make it
Before I break down
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