don't look at me like that
as I pack my bags
I'm already gone
You can stop the person
the being but the soul
is already gone
Throwing my clothes in the bag,
you can touch me all you want
but i'm already gone
and on this bridge
I dropp my bags
i'm already gone
where i'm going
clothes wont matter
correction: i'm already gone
as I jump off
I want you to know
I'm already gone
and if one day you start to care
dont bother to tell me because
i'm already gone
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