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Barely hanging on to what we are

The frayed thread has been stretched so far

Years can’t be erased so easily

Maybe for you, but never for me

I’m in this fight alone I fear

A ghost in the ring who has yet to appear

Your eyes are dead, your touch is cold

A broken vow to have and to hold

I meant what I said to my dying day

You threw in the towel and walked away

Shattered and splintered, alone and afraid

But what about the beautiful sons we made?

My empty stomach mirrors my heart

Because you’re searching for your brand new start

How can you just say goodbye

Turn and leave and watch me die?

Was our lives so lacking in joy for you?

To these questions the answers I wish I knew

Slowly each day my strength starts to fade

How much longer will I sleep alone in the bed we made?

Your happiness is all I long to see

I just wish it would have included me

I hate this limbo I want it to end

Maybe I’m too late to make my amends

Whatever you choose just always know

I’ll set you free if you want to go

To see you happy that’s the price I’ll pay

But I meant what I said when I said to my dying day.