I still love you

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2010

 

The space between my fingers
Is where yours should be
I look deep as a Buddhist monk
Find an emptiness in me

And the hole inside my heart
Is where you belong
I try so hard to fill that space
But everything fits wrong

Cause the parts of me missing
Were left inside you
I try to get them to come home
But they don’t want too

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wish I could stop it, but I can't, cause Murphy says when I do you come back

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