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This late at night,
It's these times that I think,
That I fight,
With my mind.
It's consuming,
It's confusing,
And it eats me alive.
The thoughts are all about you.
And how I miss you,
But most of all how much I wanted to blow:
One last kiss.
I'm still pissed,
That I never got the chance to say goodbye,
It's a lie:
If I said "I didn't think about you all the time."
Like it used too: my heart cannot chime.
My emotions, they run deep.
What I'd give to see you one last time;

Not in my dreams, in reality, so I don't awake by the sound of a beep.
I know life is short,
I know my mind is an open port,
But without you,
It's hard to survive.