I used to think that when you break something
That you could always buy
A new one
A leg, arm, whatever
Now that you’re gone
I can’t buy that feeling I had with you
With time or money
With friends or with total strangers
Its just a feeling felt with
You
You would be shocked to see me now
Quiet, hidden, cautious, isolated
When you’ve seen
Me at my best
When you left
I left with you
And so did that feeling
It was stolen away
From me in a silenced robbery,
Without witnesses or a police report
You once said that you hate the way
I push you away
When you visit
That’s only because
That feeling, that feels so good to me,
Will leave whenever you do
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