ook a shower so I could hide,
the tears that I was leaving behind.
I can't seem to take it anymore,
and I can't find the door.
Why does this hurt so much,
why can't I find the right approach?
The memories are killing me,
if only you were able to see.
Your killing me so slow,
the way the blood seems to flow.
Looking into your face,
my breathing loses its calm pace.
I don't understand why,
why everything seems to be a lie.
I don't want to hide,
I want to be by your side.
But the memories tell otherwise,
cause I remember my failed trys.
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