Perth
When I think of you I think of the first few nights I spent in a house other than my own
The back pain
The cold
The masks
And when you cross my mind
I think of what would’ve happened
Had you not strayed so far away from me
I’m so sorry love
I wouldn’t have left had I known the extent of your madness
by your hand we’re strangers again
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