Please
believe me that this is all I have to give, I gave you my last breath and you
left me
with nothing. A faded picture is the only thing that’s left, but will you even
mourn? Tonight is
the night that you fulfilled this doubt as you walked out. Please belive me
that this, this is my
dying wish. I cannot block it out or learn how to forgive. I’ve lost and I’ve
bled for words you
never said. They’re burying the dead, but will you even mourn? ‘Cause you,
you’ve lived your life
by bringing fire to douse a blaze as we walked through the mines, you left me
alone to find my
way on this, my dying day.
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