Overthrown and left away tonight, when you opened up my eyes to see that this wasn't everything you loved. Spent countless hours searching for what I never had, the price you pay for waiting. This bed will become a part of me as I drift into this hibernative state. It fits me so well. Hiding clues in your bedroom to keep me on my toes overnight. But these echoes keep running through me as I fall apart. Your healing powers make me weak, if only I had made it up. If you're driving down my street would you run over my feet. Would you let go of your purpose and understand you weren't about it, too un-poised to let go. Harboring thoughts of you to prey upon the weak, I'll see them again and again. Only in past tense can I reflect on this. Nothing changes if nothing changes.
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