Tell me why you left me here
to fend for myself
or why it still hurts
to see that picture of us
sitting on the shelf.
Tell me why I sometimes
wake up in a cold sweat
and I don't know where
I am
And it slips my mind
that you're not
lying next to me,
Tell me I'm not
the reason that
you had to die.
Because I wouldn't
believe anyone else...
just ask them. |
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