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| Hello It hurts every time you say goodbye and I don't know what to say it hurts when you say nothing at all and I don't know how to respond iamnothurt iamgone idontcare icried buttherewerenotears itdoesntmatter idontmatter nothingmattersanyway iamgone noonecares gotohell iamgone |
(bye) Flying on wings I don't have green grass the smell of it in the air he will never cut that grass again A thrown remark that the past is thrown away Crying for things I don't have there's no grass where he's going no pretty flowers growing carried away by metal wings I try to follow flying on wings I don't have to reach him someday why do I feel like he died when he only went away? |
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| The Sky Into the nothingness I run to escape the things I've done into the darkness I flee to leave behind the light and you could be the sky and you could take me away and you could bring me back |
Blue/Grey She takes me back to a Swedish lake makes me laugh a graveyard at midnight chased by dinosaur-dads flashing their sharp teeth and I find myself missing her wishing her back wishing it will last a wish for every kiss we never had |
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