Weeks have become days
And days became endless
A month again has passed
With another period of suffering
And I have been so sad
So pitiful I've let it be like this
I am not happy right now
And this is not helping
All the showers in the world
couldn't clean us in years
A year has passed
Everyone is moving on
I havn't lived for 300 days
The shame I build on myself
The strain I let myself under
for a few minutes of pleasure
though I love,
I feel that winds have
blown out the candlelight
From the storms, raging from our deeds
Aproach of a thundercloud,
Flown over us so many times
But this time we were hit
by a lightning strike
that we barely survived
I can't do this anymore
I don't want this anymore
Empty batteries
This has taken it's toll on my
Swollen are my feet
From running away from this confrontation
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