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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I check the time; fifth time tonight. I've just gotten used to holding you, But mornings here and you'll be leaving soon. The panic; the rush; wrecking over every touch. Bent over on wounded knee, You won't stop scratching until I bleed. Time after time, I hold you close, I can't let you go, let you go Without at least knowing if I go, You'll forget about me. You say it's right, but you can't hold me tight. You say it's wrong, what you've felt all along. So I'll build these walls. All along these walls, I'll beat ceaselessly. With only words to comfort me. Where are the pictures that you took of us? Have you lost them all? Now only memories of what we were, Or maybe what we weren't supposed to be. You tell me nothings happening. I sacrifice my happiness. You tell me nothings happening. I sacrifice my happiness, Over and over and over Until I'm low and empty. Night after night, I hold you close, Hoping you know, hoping you'll see; All of my everything. Remove the wool from your eyes. You tell me nothings happening. I sacrifice my happiness. You tell me nothings happening. I sacrifice my happiness, Over and over and over Until I'm low and empty. You say it's right, but you can't hold me tight. You say it's wrong, what you've felt all along. So I crawl along these walls, Beating my fists ceaselessly. And I crawl along these walls. I found the time for my mind, For my help, for my sake, But I'll break, over and over Over and over, until I'm low and empty. Nothing left, nothing left. With only words to comfort me.
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