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This angel form my nightmares, once were dreams,

now stuck always in last place, once were winning teams,

i may miss you but i know my right path,

can only be found by me, no one to ask,

cause it is i who choose to do, say, breathe, write,

you choose to keep the silence going one more night,

why waste time when she's already a voice in my head?

screw the real, i'll take the fake deal instead,

i'll waste my time on things more important,

and shake off the memories that hurt this

sudden motivation to sit up and write,

without an influence from some girl tonight,

where are you? i'm sure you take the smile,

that i still remember like it were an ex' dial,

i'll move on but always keep those few months,

where i chose sober dates over dates after blunts.