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My time was on your time if you were on your own time. Your sleep my mind.
A in circles through waiting around. But now, it's over.
And we aren't ourselves.
And after it hurts worse we still make the same mistakes.
Burnt out on being burned and a broken always...
Just another empty night nothing more to kill than time.

I fall in too easily.
I reorganize into cliches to miss you.

With written one-sided scripts of us talking to out perfect in the end.
A divorce invented through window shops and dressed up girls games on circuit cables.
The cold year of sitting with myself and seeing you everywhere when you are gone.

Nothing is ever what it was. was ever like I thought.