Getting Away
By Xenta
The knife is from the closest of things
The blood is nothing more then a memory
Its over now and yet it still remains
Deep in my soul I feel it still
Times uncounted I repeat the day
The time when you realized the truth
You were something without me
You did not need me to live
So you spread you wings
Prepared to fly away
Under my breath I prayed
I wanted you to fall
I needed you to stay
There�s nothing here for me 
I am less without you
But your freedom calls to loudly
My voice was lost in my dying
The wound was not meant to be
A mistake in a hurry to get away
You forgot to look back at me
To make sure that I could stand
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