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My time was on your time if you were on own time. Your sleep stole my mind.
A fear in circles through waiting around. But now, over.
And we always ourselves.
And even after it hurts worse we still make the mistakes.
out on being burned and a broken heart always...
Just another empty night nothing more to kill than time.

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

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

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