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
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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