please... don't leave me in the open as my
sleeves burn frozen
as the wind picks up the breeze.
I'm sorry I couldn't be the man you need
But can you not see
how you have broken me?
as I'm grabbing the keys
and bombarding to leave...
On my new bed
looking all around
just on my new bed
sobbing, breaking down
On my new bed
Switching the lights out...
Can we just sort this out?
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