A Trip, a Trap
sitting in sounds
sitting where nobody cares
and my thoughts voyage all alone again.
it's the old world
who came back to me,
slided your side while you were leaving.
but I love you for living away,
for now I know who you are.
as long as you try to come back,
as long as you never left me.
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