I write the words I cannot speak
for fear of hurting your soul
but while yours live on
in comfort and ease
mine begins to go
with each new dawn begins a new day
leaving memories of my pain
a heart so full cannot run away
but it cannot live through this
again
I should have wandered far and gone
and never look back when I did
but as it stands I have no home
and no choices left to decide
help me help me
get back what once I was
what once was me
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