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You filled me up, then packed your stuff, now I’m sittin’ here with barren walls
leading to barren fields, frozen to the bone without the warmth of your affection
You gave me wings I didn't want; you pushed me when I don’t know how to fly
Spread your wings while mine are clipped; bask in your distractions when I can’t even sleep,
afraid to dream of you. I feel sick while you’re enjoying this I’m stuck in a world without you
You left to your open roads to stretch your wings and you left me with no place
to feel like home. You’re arms were my shelter but you've left to embrace any
other and claim to still love me.
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