Breathing in the same air. That I let out so long ago. The rain will wash away the roots you tried to sew. Into these neighborhoods into these streets, did you really think that we'd forget about everything?
It's your inquisitve nature that has you questioning every decision that you've ever made. Driving on those backroad, did you think maybe somehow you'd find your way home?
Voices echo down the alleys. In a hallway I can see your past in photographs. A child outside a two story house. A memory that haunts you as it burns down.
Been washing pillowcases because they still contain locks of your long gold hair. And electric shock treatments to erase any fucking trace of the memories that are still there. I'm dying just to die inside and crying to just to feel alive. If there's any trace of the human race in my blood it's gone. Waking up in the bleeding sun, every morning I'm alone, I find you're notes scattered on the kitchen floor.
Voices echo down the alleys. In a hallway I can see your past in photographs. A child outside a two story house. A memory that haunts you as it burns down.
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