This is a cry to forgotten days. A fork in the road where two lovers lay, I'm begging them to find the hate inside. Don't let those eyes connect tonight. Don't let that fateful spark ignite just turn away and let someone else collide.
This is too hard I hear you gasp. This is a life we cannot grasp and it is me I knew it from the start. As the hammer falls on my throat of glass my legs give way and I'm numb at last like needles punching air into my heart.
But I'm a fucking liar and I want to go back; live every single moment of the life that we have had; meet again on the rooftop as the city stares; awkward conversations in the early hours air. This is almost over can we just go, please. But there is no one listening; no one in front of me.
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