disappear and run away
from all of the things that make me fear
the ghosts and butterflies of wanting you to stay the night
cause these sheets stay cold without you here
and it was never easy to close these eyes....
this body remains in pieces
holes riddled through both torso and limbs
past a classic case of wounds and broken bones
i was told "follow you heart"
but all i found were dead ends
empty streets with broken mailboxes
wrong addresses for hearts returned to sender
so i sit at these crossroads
with wounds that refuse to heal
as my life changes on a rolling wheel
running myself over
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