I wake up and long for your touch
I die more and more each day
I know I can't have you, but I need you to stay
Your voice,
A melody
Your smile,
A work of art
Tearing me apart, as I fall
Closer and closer to the ground
I almost made it
Reruns of your laughter play over in my head...
What good is my heart if it is dead?
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