Unspeakable Poverty
I miss my friends
I let them go
They were the one's
that I gave my everything
My only home
but I think I was wrong
Or maybe I'm right
I really don't care
I just want you all
to come back
Don't wait until there's
nothing left
If I'm the stars
be the morning light
Burning eyes
accusing me
I'm not the person
that I've been
I don't know where
to find me,
the person that
you all love
Has been missing
for quite some time
Are you as scared as me?
Is there any way
we can get back
And I'm sorry
for changing
I'm in a place
of unspeakable poverty
And I want to get back
Save me from a melody
That doesn't sound like ours
Save me
before I get consumed
You come before me
Can you find me?
I gotta find me
I'm right around the corner
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