Stephen Sadler (10/08/1991 / Charleston, SC)
If You're Going
If you're going to leave me, could you do it in my sleep?
Please don't make me watch you pack your bags in front of me.
If you're going to leave me, could you do it quietly?
I don't need an explanation of why you're killing me.
If you're going to leave me, could you do it quickly?
So I can start the long process of re-building me.
And it won't be easy. So if you're going to leave me, could you do it in my sleep?
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