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From the Stain Left on the Old Wood Table
Alone with my thoughts.
Alone without my...
Y'all!
And it's ok that we felt it, same.
I know theres nights you've felt ashamed.
Although you shouldn't.
Ive been so lonely I swear I felt my soul.
Have you ever felt that lonely?
Have you ever felt that deep inside?
That you swear inside your mind...
Its like you scream inside.
A helpless scream.
Wishing you could grab your phone...
To call and say; I want back home...
Hold me like you held me...
When you held me back some yesterdays.
Hold me like you hold me love.
I miss your whole being!
At last another cold season is here love.
It's sad... another year has passed with this being us.
Its been years since you been near enough...
Been near to touch... and mine to hold.
My body's so cold.
I feel like im lost in space.
I frequently get lost in thought, inside my feelings.
Deep Inside my emptiness,
My mind's inside is like a cluttered desk.
It's a crazy mess... literally.
My life now mean so much less.
I lost everything I ever needed.
Along with any last bit of will...
For anything I dreamed of.
It's like back to forth,
From my thoughts of our love,
To how I lost my head and in the end I lost us.
It's crazy that all these years later...
The cup is still so full.
So full, it still spills over.
Not only for what's left of old remains.
It's crazy that all this time later,
On the table...
The spills still stain.
