manic messes through me,
I can't feel your thoughts at all
I'm dying to feel the crying
Birds don't chirp at all today
and skies don't stretch like blue-
oceans don't fill a thing
I can't say bye to you-
Treat me like a bowl of seashells
Your scent in my clothes
I swear your voice is here
on my skin, beneath my nails
Where why where why
can't I stay with you
where did the days go, the nights!
Cry to feel the crying, nothing without you.
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