I am hanging onto the ropes Of the hours you didn’t reply; Of the phone calls you didn’t answer; Of all the time you were a teaspoon of sugar, Then I fell shortly after Into the questions that wrecked me from inside The second you were gone. I’d rather have it kills me Than watching you slowly fade While I climb back into the exact same spot Where standing alone needs a big amount of effort So don’t be a really good song, A line of words I cannot ignore, A written feelings I adore, Just don’t. I only need you to do me a favor: To bring on the good pain And hurt me deep Hurt me enough Until I am able to cut off the string Until the ache of your existence is finally missing
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