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Tired

Of looking at your direction

Why can't you just leave?

Leave everything that you left broken

You lied to me

Didn't think I could take the truth?

Sick of the moon

Reaching for the light

that has been turned off for days

Don't bother reaching

for the handle on my door

Crushed

So much that I can no longer feel it

It just won't pass away

Touch where my heart is

I made my own way

and its beating towards that way still

Begged you to stop

That you could've been everything to me

I demanded a response

And now

you're nothing