Up for rent
they talk of tomorrow
without you
they talk of moving on
with you gone
they talk of me
without us
they talk of one
not two
and my tears can only drop
they can’t follow you up
you’d rather hear my laughter
travel high
you’d rather see my smile again
than the scars you have left
you’d rather take our memories with you
than for me to stain them with my pain
you leave your place vacant
up for rent
not for sale
because you still love me
and the moment I join you
don’t leave once again
take your place
back again
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