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The place I've once called 'home' is fading
Becoming nothing more
Than a comforting dream;
A fantasy,
A memory,
Without you
All is lost to me
And I believe in nothing longer
I care no longer to scream
To be angry at myself
To try to stand on tip-toe
To measure up where everyone can see
Notice me,
Heal me,
Save me
Like I failed to do for you
For that,
I'm sorry
I couldn't be there for you
If I knew how,
I'd try
Just tell me what I have to do.
Spill my blood,
Cut out my heart,
Slash my wrists and carve your name in them?
I'll do anything
Go anywhere
To get you back
Or at the very least,
Tell you how much I love you.
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