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I sit there looking down at the street.

Your shadow dancing on the concrete.

Confusing what is reality and what is fake.

The tears are a sure thing as they fall from my face.

All this time where have you been?



Now I remember, they carried you away in that body bag.

I kept saying your name in my dreams, dreaming while awake.

I still think you are there sometimes.

Right beside me, holding my hand and laughing.

You were supposed to be home that night and you weren't.



I am lonely and you are here in spirit.

But I don't feel you like always.

Everything is so faint and unreal.

The thoughts are always fading away.

The memories becoming old with time.



What went wrong between us?

We were insereparable when you were still here.

I remember the walks in the park.

But everything is failing my mind.

I guess I have to let you rest in your grave.



I miss you I miss you in my dreams.

Holding me and tickling me.

Making me laugh all the time.

Making me feel like I could breathe again.

Where did you go?



I still need you now.

Now inside it feels as if I can't even speak your name.

Quietly, I sit here looking down at the street.

Your shadow dancing on the concrete



~Kesha~