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3/21/02





My eyes linger on the doorframe



Were you left



Wonder if you've seen your own theft



You slammed the door and kept on going



With my heart tucked away in your back pocket



And now I'm no one



My heart is pulsing in your hand



I'm gasping for my own breath



Wishing you could lend me yours



But that'll never happen



You've moved on



I was hoping you wouldn't



Fretting you would



I'd wake up one morning and realize you could



Get up and leave, leave me alone



In these empty cold rooms that I call my home



But it's only a house, you make this a home



It's only a house when the walls feel like stone



But there was a something



A little bit more



A little bit something there wasn't before



My world seems so lonely and empty and bare



I guess that I'm hollow because you don't care



Somehow I know I'm all at fault



I should've been able to make you stay



I cry



Entwining my fingers



In the chain of my locket



Wishing I'd removed



My life from His pocket